The poop that a nervous (rescued) puppy mill dog (with separation anxiety) drops when you leave them for any period of time. Then, partially eats out of some strange compulsion developed from being a crate-bound animal for most of its life.
Damn! I wonderhow much nibbleschitz is on the tile in the back-room since we’ve been gone all day.
The act of bidding too little for something and not getting it by a penny or two, even though bidding only a little bit more would still maintain a risk reward is that is heavily in your favor.