By Chris Munroe
I’ve bought a land mine!
I picked it up cheap at a military surplus store on a whim. Don’t know exactly why, but when I saw it I just knew I had to have it.
I brought it home, cleaned it up, fixed the detonating mechanism, and buried it in my front yard.
Then I ordered a pizza.
Now I’m sitting by my living room window, looking out at the yard, waiting for the show to start.
Is that wrong? Perhaps. Necessary? Perhaps not. Nonetheless, I don’t regret a thing.
A mine is, after all, a terrible thing to waste…