what are we feeding them?!?

I had volunteered for some sort of animal protection/rescue group.  Today we are in the desert leaving out white 1x2 in nuggets for the snakes to eat.  But first, we must make the nuggets.  

Before me is a large pile (taller than me) of a white, fluffy, sandy substance.  I learn that this substance is actually snake feces.  We are going to shovel it into a machine where it will be pressed into nuggets.  "We're feeding them their own poo?!?"  I think to myself. Anyway, I begin to shovel, when my nephew Paul tells me there is an easier way.   He dives headfirst into the pile until I can only see his shoes.  Then he rolls out, his body like the center of snowball, until he is covered in a 12 inches of thick, fluffy, snake poo.   Paul then peels the poo blanket off of him and comes back to do it again.

I take off my cardigan (to dive in) and notice that the guy standing next to me is wearing a mohair jacket exactly like the one I had in high school.  We begin talking about the coincidence of him finding it at Goodwill. I see that it even had creases at the cuffs where I had rolled the sleeves. "That HAS to be my old jacket!"  I'm so surprised to see it again.