Last night, we put on our dirty clothes, put on bug spray, bought our chicken livers and night crawlers, drove to the swamp and went cat fishing.
I caught the most. (Although I'll share the prize with Marc -- he put the bait on and took whatever I caught off the hook--or cut the hook a few times!) I caught 2 catfish, 2 weird "alien" fish (I'm going to try to look them up today--they were mean and very strange looking.), AND a snapping turtle.
Garrett cried the whole way home because we didn't keep the snapping turtle.
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3 comments:
i have a feeling those "alien" fish were mutiants
poor garret - i hope marc made the decision to not keep the turtle so that you have yet to make your first mean step mother decison
Sounds like so much fun!
Good idea not to keep the turtle. Garret will get over it. He has enough 'animals' around and snappers do not make a good pet. You might be able to name them but you certainly can't pet them. They're mean.
Yikes! Yeah, now you know what to get him for his birthday or Christmas... a friendly turtle! =D
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