Holiday Surprise

Monday, July 4th

11:00 am: Mr. Wright discovers a mink in the backyard.

11:05: We chase the chickens like mad, catch them, throw them in coop.

11:10: Dallan and I look at each other. What the crap do we do now?

11:15: Mink hides under the playhouse and I call Animal Control.

11:45: Police Sergent stops by and tells us that mink are crafty and hard to catch and leaves.

11:55: I find the phone number for the mink farm over a mile away and no answer.

12:45: Chicken are getting restless and the kids are all crying in the house.

12:55: I drive to the mink farm and knock on the farmers front door. No answer. I leave a note.

5:15: Hubby and I drive to Wal-Mart and buy a gun.

5:45: I arm myself with the hose, and I stand on top of a table in the backyard screaming, all while Dallan chases the creature all over the backyard.

5:50: It's over. Kids are cheering and weeping inside. Their chickens are safe again!

Here's the prize, which until this morning was seriously stinking up my garbage can:


Mr. Wright has some serious weapon skills.

I will never make fun of him for growing up in Idaho again.

Ever.

No, I better not promise that.