As you know, we are chicken-sitting for our neighbor for 10 weeks. While I was at Bible Study tonight, Jon went out to check on the six chickens and collect the eggs. He found an oppossum eating one of the chickens. Jon ran back inside, grabbed the only gun he could find (a 9mm, since my guns are hiding and he doesn't know where they are), and killed him. Since we don't have the owner's number in Florida, we have to wait until he calls or comes back to tell him that he's one chicken short.
That. Just. Sucks.
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