Brown toilets and bullets

I know what you’re thinking.

“They are crazy to pull that beautiful brown toilet out of that home!”

“Don’t throw away that orange toilet lid cozy!”

“Can I have it?”

Sorry, it’s already been tossed.

But get this, when the Mister pulled the brown toilet out of the hall bath you’ll never believe what he found!

A bullet!

This one was much smaller than the hollow points he found in the side yard. But still, another lost bullet.

We didn’t call the police to come and get this one, not yet. We figured we’d wait to see what else we unearthed during the rest of the renovation.

Can’t wait to see what he finds next.

In the mean time, I’m wondering why a bullet was hidden behind the toilet.

Here’s my best guesses.

Because he lost the key to the safe?

In case someone did a sneak attack on him while he was doing his business?

What’s your best guess?

That one time when we found a clip filled with hollow points

Yeah, that’s right. The Mister was digging and unearthed a full clip of hollow point bullets.

Boy, I never in my wildest dreams would have guessed I’d be posting a blog on this topic.

I heard him call my name. I was on the other side of the house in the bed of the pickup truck tossing out mulch around a lovely hydrangea.

Our conversation went a little something like this. Some liberties may have been taken in this re-telling.

He was like, “look at what I found.”

I was like, “WHAT!!???!?!? U R KIDDING ME!!”

He was like, “yeah, maybe I’ll find the gun next.”

I was like, “we better call 5-0 cause we can’t toss this in the trash.”

He was like, “yup.”

I was like, “I’m so glad they didn’t try to burn this!”

He was like, “yup.”

I was like, “did you hit it with your shovel?”

He was like, “yup.”

I was like, “praise Jesus one didn’t go off.”

He was like, “yup.”

I called our local police department, on the non-emergency line, and they came and took the clip and bullets away. They said if we found anymore to just call them and they’ll take care of it.

The hollow point bullets weren’t really buried, more like tossed outside and accidentally covered by debris.

We knew this home had a “history” but really? Bullets in the side yard?

Who even does that? How does that happen?

Here’s a few of theories:

• There was fight over the gun and someone said, “fine, you keep the gun but you’re not getting the bullets.” And they tossed them in the side yard.

• Some tried to hide them and buried them under a rock.

• They fell out of a car.

• They fell out a moving box.

• They fell out of a trash bag someone was taking to the burn pile and it saved their life. They are lucky they didn’t use Hefty, Hefty, Hefty.

Your turn. How do you think they bullets ended up outside, partially buried?