I wasn't the perfect kid, I tell you, but my mother thought I was fine - until I decided to become the mischievous pixie of the house. At some point in my childhood I decided I needed to fill the role of a practical prankster of the family, much to my poor mother's distress. Even more unfortunately for my mother, she had no idea what I was up to when I got my hands on some yellowish, sticky, gooey fake piggy poo, which really looked more like cat's poo.
Fake piggy poo was quite popular at the time - the kind that was wrapped inside some plastic animal, and when you squeezed it, the poo wou…
