I’ve found a lot of things in my kitchen that I don’t expect to see, but I am not normally fazed. As the saying goes – it takes a lot to scare me – I’ve got twins.
But this day…
…I was scared.
Had the raccoons that live under the deck started using tools? Were even they so distressed by the state of the deck that they were prepared to take things into their own nimble hands and build a new one?
Or was this some kind of statement from the neighbours about the dismal state of our yard, and the fact that our wheelbarrow had been leaning up against the house for the entire summer. Was this a warning just in case our next move was to use a toilet as a planter?
Was this the equivalent of finding a horse’s head in my bed?
I went off to the other room to hide google “wheelbarrow serial killers” and when I came back I found Nerdguy checking the tire pressure.
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