Last night while Jackson and I were preforming our nightly flower-watering duties, I noticed he had collected a couple small black pebbles and was carrying them around with him. Thinking this was very "boy" of him, I moved along without much more consideration.
When it was time to come inside, I was preparing my speech about how we needed to leave the outside "things" outside when we came inside. In other words, DROP THE ROCKS, kid.
The speech changed dramatically when I discovered they were indeed deer poop pellots. Followed by intense hand washing.