Day 119

It all started a number of years ago with a brown, furry, chubby animal running under the playhouse.  Every time the kids would see it they would run for the guns. That furry varmint eluded them for a long time. They eventually killed it. . Funny thing, it was a weekend when Sam and Phil we’re visiting. I’m not sure why the guns  always come out and some furry friend shows up when everyone is home. However, it started on Friday...

And ended Monday morning with Casey and Porter running into my room screaming, “We trapped it!! We got it!!” They were jumping around, pouncing on me, yelling and laughing. It was quite the wake up call. They ended up shooting it and disposing of it in Ryan’s infamous trash heap. Photos to come...