Thank you, Jack

for putting an enormous Mag-lite flashlight in my car.

I know it's there so I can hit someone over the head with it if I'm attacked, but I never thought I'd need it for wild animals.

Tonight when I came home from buying candy for the ward Fall Festival, I parked and looked up to see two foxes hanging out around my front porch. I know I'm a wimp, but I sat there for several minutes watching them checking out the bushes and walking on and off the porch. I called Jack from the parking lot to tell him to open the door so I could turn off the headlights and come inside without being attacked by foxes (long shot, I know). I even honked the horn, and they ran away, but came right back.

Then I remembered the flashlight, turned it on, turned off the car, turned off the headlights, gathered up my bags of candy and proceeded to the front door. By this time Jack had come out to see what was going on.

You can imagine the conversation between this city girl and my East Texas country boy husband.

"Are you sure it wasn't just a cat?"
Please.

But thanks for the flashlight. You were right. It did come in handy.