Karen and I had to cut our beach trip short because she caught some nasty stomach bug. When we arrived back home, all I wanted was to crash on the couch, but I figured I’d better check on things outside first.
That’s when I saw it. A massive pit right in the middle of our lawn.
“What is this?” I muttered, inching closer to the edge.
At the bottom lay a shovel, a water bottle, and some other junk. My first instinct was to call 911, but then a crazy thought hit me. What if the digger knew we were supposed to be away and was coming back?