Last weekend Greg and I got to spend not one, but TWO nights on the farm. When we’re there, we live in a 29 foot trailer that we bought for $500 – no electricity, no running water and no concrete under our feet. In comparison to the hustle and bustle of our Monday to Fridays, this is our paradise.
One of our favourite things to do up there is walk through the fields. Saturday morning Greg got our rubber boots from the old shed and as always, I made him stick his hands in them to make sure no critters were hiding in there.
Clearly one of us isn’t paying attention when we watch old westerns. Everyone (except Greg) KNOWS that you should always hang boots upside down on the end of rakes when you’re not wearing them.
When Greg reached into one of the boots he pulled out a muddle of hay and shredded pieces of paper. At least two handfuls.
A little surprised, our first thoughts were, “how did THAT get in there?”
But that question was quickly answered when he turned the boot upside down and three baby “somethings” scuttled out.
We both screamed like girls when we realized what had just happened.
And here’s Greg trying to fix what he’s done. Although he’ll never be able to take back that girlish scream.