Even our Trash isn't Safe...

For the last few months, we've been dealing with a couple of neighborhood ruffians. Rough, tough, and dangerous, they've left their mark on our house several different nights. And it's always at night when they come around. Cowards. Yes, we now officially have two enemies. The neighbors' dogs. These dogs have found a hobby they enjoy immensely: nighttime dumpster-diving in our trash bin. And their delicacy of choice? The cuisine they search the entire dumpster for, tearing open trash bags and scattering trash over our entire yard? Big, rotten, stinky, dirty diapers. Oh yeah, what we find most disgusting...so disgusting they are put in a seperate small bag before they go into a big bag of trash...they find to be a tasty late night snack.

We have no idea how they do it. Our trash bin is pretty big and heavy, and we strap the lid down. But somehow they manage to get in. It's puzzling. Once they actually turned the dumpster over. They really trashed our yard that time. Then, a few days after I had Keaton, we woke up to loose trash all over our front yard. The trash man came early that morning before we could pick it up, and the sweet guy picked it up himself. Can you believe that? We felt so bad. We saw him later at Cracker Barrel and we apologized. He said he almost gagged at the dirty diapers.

So now, we want revenge. We are chomping at the bits to catch the trouble makers in the act. It almost happened the other night. I had just climbed back into bed after a 4:00 am feeding with Keaton. Suddenly I heard some banging sounds. I quickly woke Carl up, which he normally would not like. But, he jumped out of that bed so fast in hopes of catching the dogs and doing...I don't exactly know what his plan was. Well, I guess the sound of the door spooked the dogs because when the garage door went up, they were nowhere to be found. But, they did leave some evidence. A tied up Wal-Mart sack containing one of Cale's notoriously bad diapers was lying on the ground partially torn open, right beside the trash bin. The crazy thing is, the trash bin was still sitting up-right, with the lid still strapped down. So, how did they get the diaper out?

Carl was disappointed that he didn't catch them and give them a good scare, but at least he interrupted their meal before it really began. I guess we can take some satisfaction in that. Oh well, one day we will catch them. If it's me who does, I'm chasing them down with a broom. That's my plan. Carl is thinking of getting a BB gun. Hey, it's better than the poison that he threatened to put out after the last time they trashed our yard. Shhhh...don't tell our neighbors.