One day I found a donut on the ground in the alley behind the studio where I go trash picking. (We're off to a great start here!) Most of the frosting and sprinkles were stuck to the ground so I figured that I shouldn't eat it and instead left it on top of a pole by the sidewalk. It has now been there for two weeks and four rainstorms and has deflated a bit, but nonetheless a mysterious bite mark appeared the other day. I would like to meet the person who walks around eating decomposing donuts on poles.