Don't Tell Mom

I'm doing some grant writing for my dad and in the middle of an email to him with a new draft of a particular section of an application, I wrote this:

Braxton just caught a rat. I dropped the computer. It's OK, though. She's here because its snowing so Jeff dropped her off here before going to the Exchange. I'm glad she is because the rat actually tripped the rat trap but got away. I could see the whole thing but I don't think I would have been willing to go catch the stunned creature with my hands. I gave Braxton a piece of leftover sausage as a reward for taking it outside for me.

Don't tell Mom.

Go Gently,
Rebecca