The Professor was walking out of the house this morning, innocently heading for his day at work, when he stopped at the door, his hand on the door knob and asked me "Why are there forks all over the yard?"
I was grumpy. I did not take his tone well.
I was checking e-mail before feeding the children breakfast.
I was a bit curt in my reply, "Well, I. don't. know."
I mean, really. Why would I know why cutlery was all over our yard. The last I saw of our yard yesterday, he was mowing it. I was toting in a Mini-E.
I got up to see. Because I thought, maybe the trash had spilled or someone else's trash had spilled. I saw a few forks and thought maybe a storm had blown trash around.
Ours was the only yard. And Praise God - it was only Forks. No trash in the mix.
The forks were only in our yard. On both sides of the driveway.
Sticking up out of the ground.
Spaced about so that they covered the smallish expanse of our yard.
Like little forkish tombstones.
Or maybe like little pikes sticking out of the ground....
My first words were, "I don't know what this is - but I rebuke it. In Jesus' name."
Remember, I was grumpy.
The Professor set to in picking up the forks immediately, which is why I have no pictures. So Mini-Me and I helped him. The Professor did tell me, later, that he was afraid someone would step on them...
We picked up roughly 52 white, plastic forks. That's an entire package. They apparently tried to stick them in the ground tine-side down, because we picked up a few that had broken tines. So most of them were implanted in the ground handle side down. It didn't take us long to pick them up.
I'm really glad, though, that they didn't use a package of forks from Sam's. They hold 200 forks.
It would have made a fantastic picture, though. Since that's where I buy my forks, if I find out who did this, I might just have to get even. Or better.
My mom thinks someone might have gotten my house mixed up with someone else's house - because, really, who would want to do that to US?
Which was my thought - we're pretty peace-loving. We don't even call the police and tattle when the neighbors are shooting illegal fireworks from 10pm - midnight!
The more I think on it the funnier it seems. Forks. I just makes me laugh.
I actually feel rather special. It's not everday I can say "We've been forked."
As my friend in Minnesota said "Stick a fork in it..."
Anyone need plastic forks?
I've got a few lying around...