For those of you hanging on the edges of your seats to hear the latest from our overly-dramatic-slightly-sarcastic family, here is the latest in our war on terrorism. In a day that will forever be known as G-Day (Gauntlet Day) we re-took the area known as our stove. Bob seems determined to claim this area as his own, but we are putting up a good fight. I am of the opinion that if one sticky trap is good, then seven must be better. Apparently, I had the same frame of mind during our last skirmish with Bob as we set-up a permanent gauntlet under the stove and left it there. My insanely smart husband, also put a land mine under the Hole of Horrors that Bob chewed in our wall. Like I said, if one trap is good, than seven must be better! As best as I can tell, here is how the battle went down. At some point, Bob1 enlarged the Hole of Horrors to make room for another attempt to claim the stove area. As he came through the hole, he set off my husband’s land mine. Being a good soldier and a team player, Bob1 then proceeded to drag the land mine out of the way, making a clean landing spot for Bob2. At some later point, Bob2 entered the kitchen through the Hole of Horrors located in the wall behind the stove. Thanks to the sacrifice made by Bob1, Bob2 had a clear path. That is untill he ran into the seven sticky traps laid out horizontally that comprised our second line of defense, also known as the gauntlet.
The Battleground
At 2:00 yesterday afternoon, my far-braver-than-me husband arrived at our house to survey the damage. Luckily, I had left to get the children from school so I was not forced to witness the carnage. By the time J.K. removed the stove drawer, Bob1 had passed from his injuries and Bob2 was in rough shape. Not that I care. My far-braver-than-me husband disposed of the corpses, reset his landmine and the gauntlet and returned the stove drawer to its original position. The battle rages on, tomorrow the bug guys are coming out to lay down more poison, try in vain to find the hole where they are entering the house, and stick some more steel wool into the Hole of Horrors. I’m sure this is not the end of the story.
