The Great Treasure Hunt...
Nathan's a marketers dream come true. He memorizes
commercials and then recites them over dinner like a mini little announcer. It'd
be a good job for him if he doesn't turn out to be one of those weird cat
people, though he's showing all the signs, three cat books from the library in
one week, calendars, posters, at day camp he was asked to write down the things
he treasured most..my family, my cat and the vet, at least we came first. The
next day, asked to make his most priceless possession out of clay, he, of
course, made his cat, which only gets to walk on her own legs when he's out of
the house.
Anyway, he started reciting a commercial for a
metal detector and asked me if we could get one so that we could get rich like
the guy on TV and then he could get more cats. I said I'd look into it, anything to get him out of the house.
Cough, cough! Even on Craigslist they run a hundred bucks. He'll just
have to go out in the yard and dig holes without one. I'll tell him I buried a
dollar..that'll keep him out there for hours.
We had a metal detector once. Well, it was in
transition from my parents house to my sisters house and at the time we had it
at ours. We have an old house with a nice sized yard so we took it out to look
around, people used to bury their valuables way back then and nobody even
thought it was crazy. We found a lot of nails and stuff from when they built the
garage, some bolts and other junk. Then we hit pay dirt..
It was large, about five feet or so long and three
feet wide. BEEP, BEEP, BEEP. What could it be? Buried treasure? Wouldn't
that be great. We'd just bought the house and didn't even have
furniture yet..buried treasure would come in really handy. We got out
the shovels and started digging. What if it was a body! A murder scene in our
own back yard..that would be exciting. We dug some more. Yes, it was
definitely crypt sized. Whew...this thing was deep. What do you do if
it is a body? Call the cops? I hoped we weren't suspects...more digging and a
break for iced tea. The suspense was killing me. The neighbor came out and asked
what the hell we were doing. I told her digging for buried treasure then
regretted my words. I didn't know her very well then. What if it was a
body and she was the one that put it there? That could mean that possibly we
were next. Worse yet, what if it was buried treasure..would she want a cut? She
looked at me like maybe we were buring a body, though, so I relaxed.
More digging, late into the evening. Finally, we
hit something solid. Was it a body? A chest full of buried treasure? Nope..it
was an old septic tank buried 75 feet from the house. The old guy across the
street came over the next day when we were filling in the hole and had a good
laugh. Who knew they put septic tanks that far out from the house, I always
figured they just went from out house to public sewer. We didn't open it up to
see if there was buried treasure or a body inside..I didn't want to know
that bad.
We didn't use the metal detector again either, the let
down was just too much.
Comments
I don't like the metal detector commercial so much because they show a guy finding a ring on the beach and it sounds like he's SO excited. What about the lady that lost it? That seems wrong somehow...
LOL!! I remember wanting a metal detector when I was a kid. And of course you'd always see old men on the beach with them, I was so jealous.
Hey it's good Nathan's passionate about something, maybe he can be the Cat Whisperer or something!