Depends on the dirt. Sandy soils will wash of nicely, silt too, surprisingly, but a mix of sand and clay.. Dear lord, the clay sticks and the sand scratches. I’ve been on archaeological digs were the darn stuff started, I swear, where the sand started to leave little scrapes on your skin that filed up with clay and so couldn’t be washed away. No matter how often you washed your hands you couldn’t get the smell of the soil off your fingers, (health and safety insist we ware latex gloves now when towelling, so when you accidentally grab a thorn or barbed wire getting to the dig site, you can imbed plastic as well as dirt in your skin! Yay! From the same geniuses who wrote the regulations saying you must be 100% a metallic to use the fluxgate magnetometer but must also ware steel toecap boots at all times!) and as for clothes… given digger hasn’t changed her jacket since we first met her, and given I have more than enough experience of how the smell of soil can work its way into clothes (bring a knelling mat to archaeological digs with you! It will neither save your trousers not stop your knees hurting, but it will delay these things) and given the multiple boil-washes I needed to get the knees on my trousers clean after my last dig, I’d say it’s a fair bet.
Plus… this is a hyena: Grim Eyes could probably smell if it’s Tuesday or not based on what the folk at the village a few miles away are cooking up for breakfast.
Well, yes, MANY, and we’d be insulted to be called bears. But around here? Yep, that would be me.
….Ed…meets …Grim Eyes…
Quite possibly, for the second time.
I can’t wait.
But single comment was …..alone.
I needed to give it a friend.
Does she really smell /that/ strongly of dirt?
Depends on the dirt. Sandy soils will wash of nicely, silt too, surprisingly, but a mix of sand and clay.. Dear lord, the clay sticks and the sand scratches. I’ve been on archaeological digs were the darn stuff started, I swear, where the sand started to leave little scrapes on your skin that filed up with clay and so couldn’t be washed away. No matter how often you washed your hands you couldn’t get the smell of the soil off your fingers, (health and safety insist we ware latex gloves now when towelling, so when you accidentally grab a thorn or barbed wire getting to the dig site, you can imbed plastic as well as dirt in your skin! Yay! From the same geniuses who wrote the regulations saying you must be 100% a metallic to use the fluxgate magnetometer but must also ware steel toecap boots at all times!) and as for clothes… given digger hasn’t changed her jacket since we first met her, and given I have more than enough experience of how the smell of soil can work its way into clothes (bring a knelling mat to archaeological digs with you! It will neither save your trousers not stop your knees hurting, but it will delay these things) and given the multiple boil-washes I needed to get the knees on my trousers clean after my last dig, I’d say it’s a fair bet.
Plus… this is a hyena: Grim Eyes could probably smell if it’s Tuesday or not based on what the folk at the village a few miles away are cooking up for breakfast.
Fat bear. Heh.
First panel = Kawaiiii!