It's not every day you find a knife on your front lawn.

Just got back from the police station to drop off a rusting hunting knife.

I found it on our lawn – didn't know what it was, until I picked it up.  I thought it was a gardening saw – the kind of serated blade for cutting down small trees and scrub brush.  Kris was out there last fall playing with his new brush cutter/weed eater, so I though he may have forgotten it out.

I unsheathed it – and saw it was a hunting knife.  The best part?  There seems to have been dried blood on the blade.  Great.

I thought about calling the station to have an officer come down to pickit up, but I already touched it – and don't really want it in the house until they come by.  So, I just drove up and dropped it off.

With the car break in and now this, maybe we should move?  Na.  Still love the house.  It was probably someone driving by and threw it out the window.  I can still live in my happy little world.


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