Well, guess what? Remember the last post when the Goatmother caught our little furry friend? You know, that one that kept leaving the 'perfectly positioned pile of poops'? That very evening, the Goatmother breezed through our nightly bed 'turn down' and 'Peanut on the pillow' with a reckless feeling of abandon. No longer would she arrive in the morning, throw open the barn door and be greeted by said, now infamous, 'perfectly positioned pile of poops'. Alas, some dreams do come true. Right?
Fast forward. Now, don't blame me. Some of you actually asked for this picture.
Yes, the Goatmother bounced out of bed the next morning. Well, wait a minute. The Goatmother never bounces out of bed. Okay, so the next morning the Goatmother dragged her sorry a .... bum out of bed, eventually came to the barn, threw open the barn door, and VOILA! This is what she saw. Obviously the wrong miscreant had been apprehended and falsely accused. Oy.
Guess what else reappeared?
Can you see some of my peanuts in there? Anyway, good things come to those who wait. The following morning, the 'perfectly positioned pile of poops' was again perfectly positioned in front of the door. Sadly, however, the trap had been sprung, and no evidence could be found of the true perpetrating positioner of poops. The trap was reset because that's how the Goatmother is - p.e.r.s.i.s.t.e.n.t.
Guess what? (I know. I say that a lot, but how else can I build the suspense, I ask you?)
The next morning the Goatmother hit pay dirt - or pay Peanuts! Oh, heck. She caught the stupid rat!
So, Wednesday's Words of Wisdom are this: No matter what the situation, if there is one, always assume there is more. That's really good advice - especially if there are Peanuts involved. And you know what else? Always reset the trap.