Working out in the garden doesn't bother me. Some days I even enjoy it.
I will collect the eggs. (but that's Isaac's job, so I don't have to)
So you know what happened next, I am sure.
. . . on the other hand, if the occasional field mouse gets caught in the trap near their favorite point of entry, underneath the wood stove insert . . .
I will call for Isaac or Tanner to come and get rid of it.. . . there are exceptions to everything, now aren't there?