Not without its vicitms - 1/2/08

I neglected to tell the story of how the deer flyer was found.

I got up Sunday morning, grabbed a cup of coffee and found the letter when I got the morning paper.

As I sat in the basement reading I could hear the kids get up and there seemed to be a bit more commotion than usual. They were yammering about something and running around and I could hear hurried footsteps and doors slamming. I was about to go upstairs to tell them not to wake their mother when the three of them came running downstairs with the flyer that they had seen taped to one of the cars.

The youngest one kept yelling over and over, " THERE'S A BUG-A-LAH IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD......A BUG-A-LAH" and the three of them had been running around upstairs checking to see that all the doors and windows were locked.

It took me the better part of the morning to talk them down.

My wife was has also not been immune. She's honest to a fault and although she's having fun with this she wishes I hadn't told her. Every interaction with the Daniels is a test of her fortitude...she just can't lie. To cope she just claims that she has laundry to do and hustles off. By the time this thing is over the Daniels are going to think we have the cleanest wardrobe in all the state.