Machete

The other day I was surprised to discover a machete in my shrubs. It was rusty and the handle was reinforced with black duct tape. I presume it had been there for many years but when the neighbor trimmed the bushes overlapping his property, this was inside. I quickly took it before the neighborhood gang of six-year-olds found it. My husband and I stashed it in the car and Sunday morning. On our way home from our walk, we drove to the red-wheeled dumpster on Pritzer Street and dropped it in. Clang. It fell to the bottom. I felt relieved.