Perhaps you’ve made it to this point in your life without ever having had to shovel burro crap. If that’s the case, I congratulate you on your good fortune. Sadly, I cannot say the same thing.
This wasn’t actually the worst punishment I could think of, but the serious ones I thought of were difficult to express with drawings. Besides, my last couple posts have had a bit of a childhood theme, so let’s continue that.
Anyway, that’s not a horse. That’s a burro. We had one when I was a kid. Strange thing to have as a pet, I know, and she shared her enclosure with two goats.
For those lacking experience with burros, their primary purpose is to be a pack animal. Their secondary purpose is to eat and poop. They do that amazingly well. When it mixes with mud (there’s plenty in burro enclosures), it makes a wretched slurry of stench and stickiness that stays wet for weeks. And someone has to shovel it out.
While it was never used as a punishment, that task often fell to my sister and me to do it. Each week. As part of our chores. And it was horrible, and it would have made a very effective punishment, had my parents ever thought to use it that way.
What’s your worst punishment? Comment down below.