Hiwall, we need funny happy stories right now so what I was reminded of with this post is. . .
When we were kids, my brother and I would go down to the creek (probably about 1/4 ml. away
and play. My brother would bring home crawdads and put them in the horse trough. After some months, maybe a year, my dad noticed that the horses weren't drinking so thought maybe he needed to drain and scrub the trough. He reached in to get the plug and pulled his hand right back out with a few choice words. The tank was almost full! My brother got in trouble and had to haul all the crawdads back down to the creek in buckets and wasn't allowed to bring any more home.