A little update on our Zoo

Here it is the end of July and I am finally doing little update. I have made a promise to myself to accomplish a lot this summer and lets just say that updating this was one of them and I am not doing a very good job. Maybe in the near near future I will be able to get some updates on here, however I thought I would share an Non-Fiction Frederick Story. The Saga of the Missing Golf Ball: It all started on a Muggy Monday Morning, when a certain six year old boy took a golf ball and threw it across the driveway. The ball just so happened to land in a hole...as a result this was said to me, “Guess I lost my golf ball with a shrug of his shoulders.” Well, it wasn’t something to be lost; so he decides to look for it. He goes over to this hole and looks and wonders aloud maybe a baby woodchuck in down there (this hole is only about 3” in diameter) so I assured him probably not. So he pokes it with a stick and out come some tickle bugs, then he breathes deeply and says, “Boy those tickle bugs now have a huge ball in their house, I wonder what they are going to think when they see a huge hand come down their hole into their house?” A little bit later he thinks that their might be wasps or hornets there, but since he sees none he decides it is just a tickle bug home. He then comes up to me and says, “Mom, I would really like to put my hand down that hole and get my ball, but I just remember I have peed down that hole. Now it was awhile back, so it is probably all dried up by now.” I tell him to go ahead, since I wouldn’t be doing it and his shoulders slump and he walks away. He then comes back and tells me that since I haven’t done anything to get the golf ball it is probably way way way down the hole now and it will continue to travel if I don’t stop it. So, I tell him that maybe is brothers have a way to possibly get it out. His eyes twinkle as he runs into the house, a minute later he is back with his oldest brother telling him about his golf ball. His oldest brother is scratching his head not believing the part of how is ball mysteriously got thrown into such a small hole, but willing to help his brother in need...my heart at this point is thrilled to know that there is some kindness deep within us. WELL, he pokes the hole with a stick and realizes nothing is coming out and nothing feels too odd, SO he takes his hand and reaches on in...pulls his hand out suddenly and says in a very loud voice, “YUK there is something slimy in there and NO I didn’t feel the golf ball are you sure it is in there?” His younger brother replies with a smirk and twinkle in his eye, “Yes, the golf ball is in there. I have peed in that hole not too long ago, but I think it should be dry by now.” Psst...the golf ball is still missing.
 Have a wonderful Monday folks.