Does Tom really think that I’m naive enough to not suspect something’s awry when he tells me he needs to show me something, and then instructs me to open up the downspout for the rain barrel? Especially when he has a huge grin on his face? Did he think I would believe a little blue box had somehow magically found it’s way down our gutters in the last storm, and I would reach in nilly-willy to retrieve my prize?
After convincing him that no, I was not going to open the downspout, he agreed to open it for me and then I would peek inside. This is what we found:
Yeah. That sure as hell isn’t a little blue box.