I have read several posts recently that remind me of my little brother, Uncle Bachelor. Since all my family clamors to be the subject of my blog I thought I should write the post.
First thanks for the inspiration.
Joey wrote about her daughter's birdhouse.
Mr. Daddy wrote about the Clean Plate Club.
Uncle Bachelor was the mischievous sort. He was sweet, but he would fight with the neighbor. Seriously though, Uncle Jason rode around in a red plastic fire truck for years. Who wouldn't want to beat him up?
One year my parents were out tending to the yard at our old house. They were picking squash and I was hiding it as fast as I could because I didn't like squash. I think I even went door to door and sold some to the neighbors. Ok. I KNOW I did.
During the gardening my pesky little brother and his frenemy from next door decided they were going to build a frog trap.
Apparently they came across the idea while watching Robinson Caruso or something. Luckily they didn't have access to a goat, or they might have lain a trap for Chupacabra. They started off by digging a large hole in the front flower bed right next to the cedar tree I was allergic too. They then covered with huge hole with two or three cedar leaves. (Leaves? Branches?) When my dad asked how this was a frog trap Uncle Bachelor who could not have been older than four explained that a frog would be hopping around until it hopped onto the leaves and then it would fall into the hole which was too deep from which to escape.
My dad chuckled and my brother and I waited till he left to start in with the serious harassment. We told him how dumb he was to think his frog trap would work. (I am pretty sure Guns did most of the insulting. I would never do something like that.)
The next morning we got up and lo and behold the biggest toad I have ever seen was in the hole. It was ginormous. It could have walked out of the hole and driven to the corner store for a pack of smokes, but it sat there like the dutiful doomed amphibian it was. Uncle Bachelor was beside himself. I remember thinking even then, "Doesn't that just figure?" Later I overheard my mom ask my dad if he had captured a frog and put it in the hole. He denied it. Apparently the frenemy's parents had nothing to do with it either. From all accounts is seems like his frog trap actually worked.
Of course. Pesky Brother.