About a year and a half ago, we moved from the city to the country. The crime in our old neighborhood was getting a little hard to take and my husband was constantly worrying about our safety.
The country however, has its own issues with safety. There are mountain lions, coyotes, poisonous snakes, copious amounts of poison oak, even nasty tempered wild boars.
Speaking of the latter, look at what our dog brought home last week:
Yep. Wild boar skull.
She actually brought home the jawbone first. The creepiness of that was eclipsed when she dragged in the skull itself.
We now live on a rural five acres which makes our place undesirable for Trick-or-Treaters, which is too bad because I would have enjoyed scaring the crap out of them with the dingo’s recent find.