Sunday night, Shane and I returned home to the museum for sale. Monday night, he knocked over a plant. The rest of Monday night, we went outside to hunt for storm drains. Thank God, the weather turned warm.
We followed streams along the street...,
...and threw a lot of snow into their maw.
We moved one whenever I got bored or Shane got too bold in kicking snow in. I wasn't super worried he'd fall in. From my own (we'll call them) adventures as a kid I knew there's a lip just inside storm drains to prevent accidents. I didn't want Shane to lose a shoe or get an unnecessary bruise, though.
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