Buried Treasure

Things have been very busy at our house and I have many things to blog about, but I will probably not get to any of it until sometime next week. However, there are events in life that happen and you need to write them down before the moment passes and you forget the details. Yesterday was one of those moments.



My family is all here visiting and that means that for the past few days we have had 10 kids (3 girls, 7 boys) running around the house having a great time together. I picked up a few things at the dollar store to keep them entertained, including a few pales and shovels.



As I have said in previous posts, our yard is not the ideal picture. The first summer we lived here, I turned one weed patch into a vegetable garden. Last summer another one was fixed when they replaced our lawn. During these projects we have found many treasures buried in the dirt. Mostly old toys, chunks of cement, a little garbage, and a few glass bottles. But the East side of our house still remains unfinished and a sand pit. This is the perfect place for the kids to dig and play.



Yesterday the kids got a little aggressive in their digging and came across something. They were very excited. Emily and Brevin decided that it must be a time capsule or buried treasure, so they were aggressively digging trying to get it out. I went out to see what it was they were digging up and noticed it was a large tin. My mind immediately went to Pet Funeral. I told the kids to stop digging and to leave it alone. They did not want to, so I told them that it was probably someones dead pet inside. They were convinced otherwise and knew they had a buried treasure. (I think a buried animal peeked their interest even more.)



I had some other things I needed to take care of, so I told them not to open it and to come and get me when they got close to getting it out. My plan was just to throw it in the garbage unopened. A few minutes later they had it almost out. Again, I told them not to open it, but what I did not know is that it had rusted out the bottom, so when they pulled it out everything fell out.



My sister and I both started panicking and telling them not to touch anything and move away from it. Sure enough the treasure was someones precious pet, laid to rest in the back yard. Don't ask me what it was, because I did not try to figure it out.



I thought the kids would be a little upset about the whole thing, but I was wrong. They thought that it was the greatest thing to have dug up a dead animal. I am still a little disturbed about the whole thing and I made the boys scrub their hands three times, and the animal is now moving to it's new resting place at the dump.



While this was more of a nightmare for me, it was just as good as a buried treasure to them.