Proof of Evolution?

I believe we may have discovered definitive proof of the validity of the theory of evolution. Do you see that evil looking, obviously incredibly venomous snake in the flower bed?

It began as a scrap of foam in the trash can! Can you believe it? From an innocent little piece of foam, it evolved into a hideous monster! Right before our eyes!



The crafting queen (aka: Rebekah) is forever taking things out of the trashcans! If I really want something to stay in the trash, it has to be buried where she can't see it. I threw those scraps in there, not thinking a thing in the world about it, but her mind instantaneously sees the completed project--in technicolor, 3D. Seriously. 

The foam "evolved" into THIS!!! Be afraid! Be very afraid!!

No sooner had it been transformed than this terrifying serpent took up this position, waiting in the crook of a tree, hoping to pounce on some unsuspecting passerby. Do you see why I hate snakes? Malevolence with scales!

Knowing that science would thank me for documenting everything I could in this momentous discovery, I followed it's movements carefully. Our poor bear is terrified. (Notice the brown yard in the background. Still no rain.)

Thankfully, it removed itself from Kregg's truck before he left for work. Just imagine if news of this new species of deadly vipers made it to his office, to the public? Panic would ensue. Riots would break out.

This is where it gets really scary. If it's too much for you, just turn away. Go read someone else's blog. Thankfully, the mail man's life was spared because this venomous viper vacated our mail receptacle just in the nick of time! Whew! I don't know how much more of this I can take!

It just doesn't stop! What if one of our precious, innocent youngsters had happened along, with their head in their clouds, melodically humming to themselves after chasing butterflies, to sit on the bench at this very moment? I just can't handle it!

Now, it's mocking me! How dare he treat this situation with such levity! It goes beyond the bounds of everything that is decent and proper!

What an agonizing way to go for my poor, sweet husband who wouldn't hurt a fly. (unless he was hunting or fishing or something)

He's so brave! He didn't even whimper! He's my hero!

I mustn't hold dear, sweet Rebekah responsible. She had no idea what she was doing. I'm sure Dr. Frankenstein intended no evil either. I really do need to get a locking trashcan! If only I already had one, none of this would have happened. Live and learn. Consider yourself forewarned.    

(I am so thankful the Lord gives us a sense of humor--it serves as a pressure-release-valve so we don't explode, inflicting shrapnel wounds on those around us! :) 

P. S. Inspired by the success of her first creation, she is in the process of making a new and improved version. There was still foam left over. I didn't learn my lesson, did I? 

She asked me a few minutes ago, "Mom, do you know why I have the hot-glue gun out?" 

I didn't. 

She said, "This one is going to have venom dripping from its fangs." 

The fangs are being made from the wire in twistie-ties. 

Then she said this, "I just hope you don't faint when you see it. It looks like I've been gutting a deer." 

My jaw dropped and she said, "The color of paint I used on this snake looks like blood, Mom." It was all over her hands. 

This entire conversation is wrong on so many levels, there's just nothing more to be said.