Not long after dinner today, I was working in my office. OG was upstairs practicing guitar in her bedroom. EJ was supposed to be in the basement den playing with his farm set & Lego's. Suddenly, I hear a muffled cry, "HELP! HELP!". It's EJ's voice. I hurry to the kitchen threshold and call out, "Where are you?" As OG comes running down the stairs, EJ hollers, "Downstairs!" I rush down the basement stairs and find that EJ decided to TEST his coon/fox trap. Well, it works!
As funny as we all thought this was at the moment, I am thankful we weren't outside working, or worse, he wasn't outside in our current 12 degree, 6" deep snow testing his trap where we couldn't have heard his cries.