Shrapnel

Drew and Eden . . . they're the mostest, bestest friends.  

Don came over to pick up Eden and wondered where all the Shrapnel came from all over my drive way . . . what Shrapnel?

Apparently there was a praying mantis . . . and it needed to have all the debris left over from the construction thrown at it . . . regardless of my car being RIGHT there.  

When I backed my car out, he was still there - alive - despite the war declared on him. 

Unfortunately, that was not their worst to date.  I just didn't have the mind to take a picture when they flooded my bathroom and made a potion of my face cream, tanning lotion and face soap . . . that they poured into my carpet.  

Not a good day.