**Story of the Day**

Okay so last night Jared was on his way home and text me and said to get dressed and get his rifle and be ready for when he pulls up to the house...when reading this text, it freaked me out a bit.  So just jumping out of the shower, I dry off throw some sweats on, grab the gun and wait.  I'm sitting there dripping wet hair, sweats on, boots on and a gun in my hand ready to go..do whatever it was we were going to do.  He comes in, grabs some bullets and we get in the truck.  So finally I asked, ummm where are we going?  He says I've got a coyote in the trap and you're gonna shoot him.  A little disappointed that it wasn't something a little more dramatic, I was like okay, lets do this.  So we pull up to the trap and get out to look at him. 

First we look around the trap and see all the paw prints and digging and damage to the trap that his friends did to try to get him out.  Then I start looking at the coyote and he's all bundled up, freezing, in the corner, now scared to death.  So now at this point I'm starting to feel a little sorry for the pup.  We look him over and Jared puts the gun up to the cage and says here, now shoot him right in the chest.  I start to say noooo let him go, look how cute he is and look at him looking at us all sad.  Jared says to me, "he's a scavenger, worthless, just do it."  I say okay, and as I grabbed the gun and point it at him, I start well up a little.  I whine to Jared and tell him that I can't, he's too cute, just look at him!!  He laughs at me and says fine, if you can't shoot a coyote, you can't go deer hunting.  Ahh, so I grab the gun again and attemp to point it at the coyote one more time, anddddd nope I tear up again and tell him that I can't.  So he gets the gun and says fine I'll do it...so I back up and watch as he ruthlessly shoots the poor animal and now I'm bawling like a little kid telling him that he's mean.  Jared comes to hug me and of course makes fun of me for crying.  So I sit there and watch this poor animal die just crying and crying over it...then I start to think to myself...why in the world am I crying over a coyote...a COYOTE...the damn things piss me off every night when they yelp and then my dogs chase after them barking and howling and all while laying there in bed hoping that Trevor (my dog) got one....hmmm what in the world is wrong with me!!!  Must be the same reason I cry during stupid commercials now too...dang motherly hormones..haha!!!  So now Jared feels he has to tell the entire world that I cried over him shooting a coyote and now I'm not allowed to go deer hunting cause I won't wanna shoot bambi...well damn!