I eat rocks. There, I said it. How can something so satisfying be frowned upon?
I would have gotten away with it too, if Evil Witch Poop Detective wasn't so obsessed with my deposits. What kind of crazy person gives poop a little squeeze when they pick it up or pokes through it with a stick?
So here is what Momma discovered.
Oh look! A quarter. Maybe I will eat that too when she isn't looking.
Yes, my name is Dexter and I'm a rock eater.