I guess I wanted equality . . .

Last night GH and I went to visit his grandma for a little while, Tiny Dark Lord in tow. At the end of the visit, we drove home and pulled into the garage, which is without electricity and is really just this leaning wooden shanty that we park our car in at our own risk. There is a path that leads from a door in the garage along the side of the house and to the kitchen, and that's usually how we get in and out.

GH was in front of me, carrying the diaper bag, and I had a sleepy Dark Lord in my arms right behind him. We shuffled through the dark to get to the door, and as GH started to step through the door frame onto the path he stopped, backed up quickly, and said, "I'm not trying to scare you or anything, but I think I just saw a bobcat."

Me: "You didn't see a bobcat."

GH: "I DID, it was right there, crossing the path in front of me!"

Me: "It's probably just a stray cat or--OHMYGOSH IT HAD BETTER NOT BE A COUGAR."

GH: "It was bigger than a cat. Maybe it was a dog or something."

Me: "Can you see it? Where is it?"

GH: "Here. You go first. I'll protect you."

Please note: I am holding our son and heir while wearing a skirt, and he wants me to go check out the bobcat threat. I told him what I thought of that, and then we proceeded to make lots of noise so as to discourage whatever was in our yard from hanging around while we rushed into the house.

But seriously, Cache Valley-ites. Bobcats? Anyone?

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