I found this needle sitting on my couch. Just hanging out. No explanation. No kids running upstairs hollering, Mommy look what Daddy impaled his foot with! Nada.
This might not be noteworthy except for the fact that yesterday I took My Oldest on a Sunday walk. I know I shut my front door. Come home...the front door is wide open!
Okay, let's say I didn't shut my front door. I'll give this scenario the benefit of the doubt. Maybe I imagined that I shut the front door. I didn't imagine it. It's winter.
Until this morning. I go out to check on the chickens. Give them some food, water and replace their fluff, make sure foxes didn't devour them on site...you know, the usual chicken chores. Our shed door where we keep all our supplies is open! And the bar that keeps it closed...nowhere to be found.
I suppose we could have a hobo who walked through my house and out to my shed to use it as shelter in the 8 degree weather and impaled his foot on the giant needle as he was making his way through so he placed it kindly on my couch so nobody else would impale themselves. Highly unlikely, right? Which leaves only one option...
It's a ghost. To further this hypothesis, My Youngest informed me yesterday that she was taking pictures of A Ghost with her toy camera.
I see dead people.
I hope it's a nice ghost....and that our house wasn't built on an Indian Burial Ground. We do have a giant tree RIGHT NEXT TO THE HOUSE!!! Any clowns?
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