Long long time ago, I was a meter reader for the local electric company.
Almost every day, I stepped in dog poo. It was just a hazard of the job. At least it was for me. Some learned to walk around it, but I found the job so incredibly boring that I’d pretty much do it while daydreaming.
So yer saying, the IEDs (improvised excrement devices) gave you a little "variety" in an otherwise mundane routine.