I thought only little boys were supposed tote home snakes and other creatures. At our house, it's the big boys.
So Larry comes home today with a bucket. In the bucket is a PVC tube with a piece of screen molded to one end. In the tube is a rat.
"Look at this," he said. "What do you think?"
"I think you have a rat in a bucket," I said.
"Call the kids," he replied. "I want them to see this."
So I called the kids outside. "Look," I said. "Daddy brought home dinner."
Larry gave me his "don't-be-a-smartass" look - the one he gives me about four times a day - and explained to the kids that the Catch of the Day was a Hispid Cotton Rat. It looked more like a vole to me, or a vole crossed to a field mouse. Larry said it's mate had been crushed inside a piece of machinery at my dad's place.
He sent me for the camera, so we could capture this special moment forever. But why be greedy? Why should I enjoy such a golden moment without sharing it with the rest of you?
Behold, the rat.
After a few more moments of watching the rat bash itself agains the sides of the bucket, Larry and Alex walked to the shed back in the woods behind our house and set it free. Hopefully it will get over its dead mate and find a new love amid the brambles. Or get eaten by an owl.
Larry means well, I know. And I have to say when he does things like this it must makes me realize what a unique man I'm married to, the freak.
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