Part of me applauds this scoop law sign, found in a town/neighborhood just southwest of Tacoma and sent in by alert reader Chandler — it’s uncluttered, it gets the point across, and it dodges the ever-vexing question of how to represent dog poop graphically (and yet not graphically, if you get my meaning):

The other part of me — the one I try to keep tied up in a sack — looks at that sign and sees a really gigantic ice cube going into a really gigantic cocktail glass.… Read the rest