You guys... it happened. The moment I've been training my entire life for -- it really, really fucking happened.
This weekend the weather was goddamned gorgeous. First really nice day of the year. I got out into the garden and started cleaning things up, digging up these tree starts by the root before they could really get hold.
So I start digging up one right next to a raised bed box and I hit this rock with the shovel, but when I toss the dirt out of the hole I notice this really bright color. I would describe it as "definitely not a rock red", if I had to describe it.
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You know what this means, right?
That's right! ANIMAL GRAVE! YAAAAAAY!
So I call my spouse over to take some pictures, either to record this memory or to serve as evidence (both are important), and I get the little hand spade out to carefully unearth this thing.
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It's wrapped up in a plastic bag, and the contents themselves look remarkably well-preserved. It can't have been down here too long.
We just bought this house last year after the former residents passed away. I always assumed it was old age, but now I am reconsidering. Perhaps a bandit mishap?
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Finally I haul the thing out of the ground and, while chanting "please don't be a dead cat, please don't be a dead cat, please don't be a dead cat" I lift the lid.
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Holy fucking shit.
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Holy fucking shit!
This here is a goddamned cookie tin packed full of crown royal bags loaded with cash money. Gold and silver motherfucking coins. Like, literally silver coins.
There's seven troy ounce silver coins in here, from 2000 to 2006. There's nine rolls of quarters, a couple handfuls of the old eisenhower silver dollars, some kennedy half-dollars and fucking TONS of these gold sacagawea and presidential dollar coins.
Buried goddamned treasure. In my fucking yard.
Not only that but there is a bunch of the old timer's ID cards. Like his union dues booklet, and his pass he used on a carnival cruise, and his safeway card? Ok.
And! There's a goddamn huge ziplock bag filled with massive pumpkin seeds. I already planted a couple, and I'm pretty sure they'll grow a beanstalk and I'll get to fight a giant.
So far it's been two days and there's been no sign of bandits or kobolds, so that's good.
Now what?
This weekend the weather was goddamned gorgeous. First really nice day of the year. I got out into the garden and started cleaning things up, digging up these tree starts by the root before they could really get hold.
So I start digging up one right next to a raised bed box and I hit this rock with the shovel, but when I toss the dirt out of the hole I notice this really bright color. I would describe it as "definitely not a rock red", if I had to describe it.
You know what this means, right?
That's right! ANIMAL GRAVE! YAAAAAAY!
So I call my spouse over to take some pictures, either to record this memory or to serve as evidence (both are important), and I get the little hand spade out to carefully unearth this thing.
It's wrapped up in a plastic bag, and the contents themselves look remarkably well-preserved. It can't have been down here too long.
We just bought this house last year after the former residents passed away. I always assumed it was old age, but now I am reconsidering. Perhaps a bandit mishap?
Finally I haul the thing out of the ground and, while chanting "please don't be a dead cat, please don't be a dead cat, please don't be a dead cat" I lift the lid.
Holy fucking shit.
Holy fucking shit!
This here is a goddamned cookie tin packed full of crown royal bags loaded with cash money. Gold and silver motherfucking coins. Like, literally silver coins.
There's seven troy ounce silver coins in here, from 2000 to 2006. There's nine rolls of quarters, a couple handfuls of the old eisenhower silver dollars, some kennedy half-dollars and fucking TONS of these gold sacagawea and presidential dollar coins.
Buried goddamned treasure. In my fucking yard.
Not only that but there is a bunch of the old timer's ID cards. Like his union dues booklet, and his pass he used on a carnival cruise, and his safeway card? Ok.
And! There's a goddamn huge ziplock bag filled with massive pumpkin seeds. I already planted a couple, and I'm pretty sure they'll grow a beanstalk and I'll get to fight a giant.
So far it's been two days and there's been no sign of bandits or kobolds, so that's good.
Now what?