Crap!

To the disgust of some of those close to me, I'm reading the Encyclopedia of Poo, by Oliviero Toscani. It's not the sort of book you'd leave lying on top of your coffee table, but I am, hence the objections.
Here are some of the reasons people recoil as they flip through the pages.

Hippo. As expected.

Peccary. Looks like Britain. Sideways.

Emu. Impressive.

I could go on. It's a weighty tome and one I plan to wade through at my leisure. I'll up-date this post if I find anything extra-fascinating.