Of lizards, shoes, and unpleasant surprises

Fellow blogger Bob at The Eagle's Nest had a harrowing experience the other day. He writes about it in heart-wrenching (not to mention side-splitting) terms. Here's a sample to whet your appetite.

On my way out to at least partially fill in the trenches for the new sprinklers and lines I had to run, I stopped to change from my sandals to my boots. I learned a long time ago not to press on the top of a shovel with anything but boots on, and that includes an exclusion for sneakers. One ripped open ankle area is enough for most people.

I learned a new dance today, one never before performed by someone already hurting from several days’ work with a totally fused lumbar spine. And a lizard learned the experience of unadulterated sheer panic.

There's more at the link. Go read it all for a good laugh!

Sorry about your foot, Bob . . . almost . . . if it weren't so funny . . .





Peter