It's not the first time we've had things stolen from our house here in the 'hood. When we started renovating there were 2 clawfoot tubs that managed to find their way out. Now that took some planning. Those suckers are heavy, so a person would definitely need to bring some friends and a pick-up truck.
In order to feel safe about all our tools being here in the house before we moved in, we let our homeless friend live here with his 2 dogs. He also helped out with some demolition and other odd jobs around here. Occasionally, he would need to scare people off the property and out of our dumpsters. I'm happy to report that he is now employed at Wal-Mart and has a small apartment of his own.
So, now that we're all caught up.....
Our push lawn mower was stolen. Some friends gave it to us when we bought our first house 10 years ago. It required a screwdriver stuck into the side to hold it together, and we had to pull the cap off the sparkplug to turn it off. That's how it came to us 10 years ago, and that's how we used it this whole time. God bless that mower. We put a lot of miles on it. It has moved with us 3 times. I chuckle to think of what the thief thought when he got a better look at that mower in the daylight. The blades haven't been sharpened since we got it. I know, I know. It's gerry-rigged (is that how you spell it?) in so many places. And they took our gas can, too. Bummer. And just what were our 2 faithful mutts doing whilst the bandit made off with out loot? Dreaming of chasing squirrels, no doubt.
And so today we bought a new used push mower off Craigslist. I love Craigslist. I've bought and sold furniture, clothes, bicycles, toys, rugs, and tools off Craigslist. I'm currently scouring the ads for a gas grill. Anyway, a dear old man fixed up this mower and threw in a girls' bike all for $45. What the Push Mower Thief meant for evil, God meant for good.