A little over a month in the new house and James finds this guy in the garage. I don’t recall inviting him over. At least I can rest assured that he won’t be back. Much to my nature loving husband’s dismay, James “took care” of our visitor. I played dirty and told him it would be his fault if the girls were bitten if he didn’t “take care” of this guy. Dirty, I know.
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