I’ve always prided myself on being adequately paranoid, but Bill still manages to catch me short sometimes.  I texted him a photo of the barn lambs exploring their new front yard, and he texted back a comment to the effect of  “wasn’t I worried about a lamb accidentally drowning in the water tank next to the ramp?”

I agreed that I probably should be worried.  The drain plug wouldn’t come free, so a 7/16″ drill bit made a nice new drain hole, and on to the next thing I should be worrying about.