This spring we had break-in at the beach house. It was a pretty idiosyncratic burglar who stole strange things. One thing the fiend took though was ALL of our rubber duckies. It has been a well-known tragedy among our familiars. So Sunday morning when I looked out the kitchen window here’s what I saw:
12 rubber duckies smiling in at me. Woohoo! After careful consideration and discussion, R felt the caper had Ella written all over. She confessed to running into a rubber duckie collection at a garage sale and being tempted. I can’t even describe my delight. The duckies looked so sweet I left them there and later (driving the OTHER car) went off to the grocery. When I returned…FIENDS!
Where there had been twelve there were now NINE!!!! ( A nearby neighbor has the front of his pickup filled with rubber duckies…hmmmmm………)
Corralled for safety: