Treasure hunt

Last Tuesday evening, as I was taking the trash out, I had a miserable experience. As I removed my left hand from the trash can I noticed that my hand was wet (it had been raining) so I shook my hand and off came my wedding rings! They went flying right into the grass! You can imagine how I went through many stages of emotions. First I was stunned, then I was in disbelief, then I turned to panic, fear, you get the drift.

So, I went back in the house and found our flashlight and went back outside to hunt. This is where I remind you that it had been raining so the grass was wet, and everywhere I directed the flashlight each piece was illumintated and reflected the water, therefore it was impossible to see my rings. Luckily I had seen the general vicinity of where they landed so I directed my efforts to one spot and was lucky enough to find the ring with the diamonds. I was not so lucky with the other one.

After an hour of searching Tuesday night in the dark I turned my efforts back to the jungle the next morning, but I did no prevail. I searched again that night and Wednesday morning and decided that I was going to get a metal detector! I thought "that will do it, I'm golden!" only to do research to find out that it's next to impossible to detect platinum since it's not magnetic. Great. So I searched again Wednesday night and...nothing.

So, Thursday after work I took to turning into a crazy person. I took a snack (you know, because I can't work on an empty stomach) and a pair of scissors out to the spot in the grass and started cutting. I was 40 minutes in and I had cut a 4'diameter circle, and had blisters to prove it! I saw a patch of dirt and went to investigate. I dug into the grass and pealed back a piece of sod. Under the sod, standing vertically was my 5mm thin wedding band! I can't even imagine how it got in there. I blame it on the lawn knomes.

So after two days and a seemingly nervous breakdown (if you had been walking by a house and saw a girl eating a snack, cutting her lawn with scissors, wouldn't you be a little suspicious?) all is well again. So, I think I've learned my lesson. Sorry, hon, you'll have to take the trash out from now on!