You should’a seen Mama’s face.
The Kid (AKA Domer) asked her for something tucked safely(?!) away in the storage shed in the backyard and, since he didn’t want to venture in there the last time he was home, Mama decided to after he left.
That was Mistake #1.
Now, y’all know Mama pretends to be a Celtic warrior princess, but she doesn’t fool me — not for a minute.
She put that key in the lock, opened the door, and grimaced like you would if you smelled spoiled milk.
Or rotten seafood.
I volunteered to check it out for her, but she turned me down…flat. She even scooted me back inside so I couldn’t avail myself of the smelly things.
Drat. I ask you, who could turn down this bespectacled face?
She and Grandma had a pow-wow over the situation and called several “experts” for advice.
Ever notice how “experts” don’t want to tackle jobs like this any more than homeowners do?
Well, the “pros” concluded that something — most likely, Ricky the Raccoon or Woody the Woodchuck — was nesting within and wasn’t about to leave quietly.
I could’ve told ’em that. I’ve been enjoying Eau de Wild-Thing for some time now.
Anyway, the “pros” suggested bringing in a dumpster and emptying the entire shed. But Mama didn’t remember what was in there and feared something important might be trashed.
Like The Kid’s Legos.
So every little thing was going to have to be yanked out and inspected. No task for the weak-stomached.
Eventually, one guy returned — armed with overalls, thick gloves, a broom, and some shovels. He pulled stuff out while Mama supervised. One pile to keep; one to trash.
Again, Mama locked me indoors. Humph! All that deliciousness going to waste.
I nearly came out of my skin when I heard Mama squeal like a little girl. Seems ANTS had found their way into the shed and were swarming over one of Mama’s boxes.
She and the “pro” tossed it in the trash pile…unopened. Who knows what treasures lurked within?
Mama had him spritz bug repellent all over the inside of the shed, and they called it a day. He locked it, promising to return “soon.”
We haven’t seen him since, and no, Mama’s not going in there by herself.
- Perhaps hoomans shouldn’t hoard stuff that critters find so interesting??
- And boy oh boy, I can’t wait ’til they pull out some new friends for me to herd around the yard!