*CAUTION*

I must start off this enty with a caution. *This entry contains pictures that may be unsuitable to those suffering from Suriphobia.* That being said, here is a semi-weekly update.

On Sunday I was still in bed while Stephen was up and about. I could hear that he was doing something in the kitchen, and then I heard him scream. I have come to dread Stephen's screams because I know what they mean. So, I walked into the kitchen to find this little guy on our rug in front of the sink.
Apparently Stephen was reaching under the sink to grab the diswashing detergent and this fellow happened to come with. He was in the process of dying from eating the poison (yay it works!) and just happened to spend some of his time dying on our kitchen rug. He was essentially paralyzed, so he couldn't move or run away. Stephen was the brave one who took him outside. Once we were convinced he was actually dead, it was my job to dispose of the body. Since when did dead animals become my job?!? Actually, would you believe that I volunteered for the job? I figured since Stephen had taken him outside while he was alive I could deal with him while he was dead. I just hope we don't find any more.

The next two pictures are of my darling husband. I guess their planning office has a siren and radio for them to take out when they are on "official planning business". Haha. Things are definitely more different here in Texas.

I hope this satisfies Stephen's wish to be an undercover police officer. That is one of the jobs I refuse to let him have. I can't imagine having him be in harms way almost daily, and I am thankful for those who are in such positions so that my family does not have to be. If only there were something that could steer him away from high risk photography!