Ethan and I went to a party at the clubhouse, and walked said neighbor home. She had to have a pretty invasive procedure on her eye yesterday and was feeling pretty down. This is the neighbor who lost her husband last Christmas and this was first big thing to happen since he died.
On the way home she mentioned that there was something "small and furry" in her garage. Ugh. Ok. Etan runs to get Christian while I look for the offending furry thing. Sure enough, he is right where she saw him, stuck in a plastic bag on a shelf.
Long story short, furry thing runs behind the shelf and we have to redecorate her garage to find him. He finally runs out of the garage, and we throw a trash can over him, planning to take him to the park and send him on his merry way.
Nope. Elderly neighbor wants him dead. Poor Alex had the job, except those things can run pretty fast, so Ethan and Christian had to get involved. I will spare you the details, but now the neighbors think my boys are broom and shovel wielding lunatics.
It's about time they figured them out.
The offending shrew is now dead, my children have firmly established their places in hell, and are heroes to the neighbor. We ended up having her over for dinner last night and she couldn't stop thanking them.
I don't think we should have offed the thing, but might have felt different if it were in my garage.
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