Before we Ran from Rita we cleaned off the area the table saw had been and remove mucho debris from the carport. Hopefully, all the loose screws, nails, etc were swept up into the pile of sawdust. If the storm hit, the wind would send the sawdust away like chaf. No storm, sawdust remained in the same piles.

Today while working on my truck my nose became offended. Something terrible was wafting from the sawdust ridge. Several scoops with a shovel removed the problem but nearly gagged me in the process.

That reminded me of the balmy Sunday morning the preacher in a southern country church decided to leave the windows open. A cross breeze began to offend his nose so he called one of the deacons up front. He carefully whispered, "Deacon, please go out that door and see if you can find where a dog strolled in, stooled and strolled back out again."
When the deacon returned the preacher asked, "Did you find it?" "No, but I found where a cat crept in, cra*ped and crept back out again."