Went out on the front porch last nice to check the mail and noticed toadstools in the yard, courtesy of our recent rain; walked out for a closer look and when I turned to walk back, realized something was missing.
I have had a little gnome in a Rocketeer-style jetpack on the porch for several months. Not any more. Either he finally got that thing running, or Persons Unknown have absconded with him!
How low -- and bold -- does someone have to be to steal a plastic garden gnome ($40 if you're down with Amazon Prime) from a well-lit front porch, a porch frequently inhabited by the well-armed Tam? --And where in creation does one pawn such a thing?
Tam thinks he was nicked while she was in Knoxville. I think his departure is more recent; either way, it's not a good sign for the neighborhood.
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