Green equals clean.

The greener your surroundings, the cleaner the air you breath. If you live on Salt Spring Island you have it made. AND, as if that was not blessing enough, you have this delightful bakery to encourage carb consumption.

Monster hand soap.

With the number of times I wash my hands this is the size of soap I need. Remember, soap and water -- when properly executed -- is better than hand sanitizer for eliminating germs.

Hurray for local lycopenes.

Thoughtful and planet friendly.

This takeaway concept is smart. No, not for your leftover meal, but rather your dog's.

What not to wash with.

As they say, the fewer ingredients the better.

What to wash with.

It's great to support a product that has been on the market since 1963. With this track record, you can be confident they are not just weasling in on the Organic Movement.

Why you shouldn't let a fawn lick your face.

If only this worked on humans.

Particularly those who don't wash their hands properly after going potty. This zapper keeps the Salt Spring Island Cheese Company fly-free.

Communal blankets.

If I lived in a commune, these blankies would be just fine with me. Since I don't, I'll pass. Pretty patterns though.

Argh!

I found one of these in my fridge yesterday. Much smaller though. That's what you get for purchasing organic produce. I sauteed it. Tasted just like tofu.

Nicely done.

Upside. If you pass out on the grass due to heatstroke, you won't wake up with a third eye.

Not just one glove.

Two for YOUR added protection at the Salt Spring Island Cheese Company. AND ... elbow length. In a pinch can carry you into evening wear:)

Consider the recipient.

Tempting but tongless.

Glass jars with lids. Check. Lemonade in a sealed container. Check. Glasses wrapped in plastic. Check. Tongs for cookies? Doh!

Unattended farm stands are a quaint tradition along the country roads of Salt Spring Island. You take what you want and drop your cash into the tin on the honor system. I was conflicted and tortured because my Hygiene Hunter apprenticeship training precludes me from eating food that may have been handled by dozens of sticky fingers. This even applies to irresistible cookies. Even if nobody's watching. It's tough being a Hygiene Hunter apprentice.

- The Hygiene Hunter's Husband

Scooter pooch goes to market.

I'm not a big fan of dogs in places where food is being served like the Saturday market on Salt Spring Island. But this pooch scores for 1) his clean mode of transportation, and 2) being so adorable.

- The Hygiene Hunter's Husband

Fish in rehab.

The Saturday market on Salt Spring Island is famous for its wholesome, farm-fresh food. And the farm-less fish.

- The Hygiene Hunter's Husband

Goats and pinkies.

As a general rule, The Hygiene Hunter advises people to keep their fingers out of their eyes, ears, nose and mouth. Ditto for the goat's mouths at the Salt Spring Island Cheese Company. Hit.

- The Hygiene Hunter's Husband

Goats and cheese.

Salt Spring Island is famous for its artists, musicians and farm fresh food. The Salt Spring Island Cheese Company's spic and span cheese making process is on display behind glass for everyone to see, including The Hygiene Hunter's secret agent. Hit.

- The Hygiene Hunter's Husband

Horses up to no good.

I used to wash my car by hand. Not any more.

- The Hygiene Hunter's Husband

Dogs and sheep up to no good.

I stand here at the entrance to Ruckle Park on Salt Spring Island perplexed at this sign. I'm wondering two things.

1. Why no mention of cleaning up after your dog?

2. Did a certain Woody Allen movie make the fourth bullet necessary?

- The Hygiene Hunter's Husband