Mikey: Candidate for MIT

Mikey is no rocket scientist.

There is a reason he is enrolled in freezer camp.
Gonna get him the T-Shirt, and everything.

Mikey seems to have trouble with the concept of field fencing.
These days, we are pulling his head out about twice a day.

The youngest faction of The Krew came for a visit last week, and all the children were running around outside. 

At some point, CBear came into the kitchen, and very calmly and politely asked, "May I please borrow your tool bag?"

Now, my tool bag is one of the few things that i get proprietary over.  I have lost untold numbers of hammers and pliers because others don't seem to respect tools the way i do.  I even bought a big pink tool box full of pink handled tools one time, thinking that others would be humiliated to be using such girlie instruments.  Didn't work.  They all disappeared piecemeal, including the box.

Additionally, i am no spring chicken.  Been around the block.  I am smart enough to know better than to hand off an arsenal to a pack of munchkins under the age of 12.  Especially when the PTF (Petite Delicate Flower) is involved.  Might walk out there to find the boy-childs trussed up to the side of the barn. 

So i asked. 
"CBear, what do you need the tool bag for?"

He replied, "One of the goats has his head stuck in the fence and we are trying to get it out."

This can't be good.

I go out there, and sure enough, Mikey is screaming bloody murder, and Jethro and The PTF are working away at the $200 a roll field fencing with wire cutters.

Of course i tried to be calm, cool and collected, but i think i might have shrieked.

How do you explain to a couple of small men (and The PTF) with tools in hand that a stranded doe or the big bad buck would be worth tearing up the fence, but a freezer kid that does this twice a day requires a different tack?

I opened the wire a tad and grabbed his little horns (Mikey's, not the munchkin's) and yanked him out of there.  Didn't even take any hide off. 

The munchkins were very disappointed in not being able to perform a procedure of some kind.

Mikey was much relieved, until about 4 hours later when he was hemmed up again.

Our fencing has taken quite a beating this week.