What could lead me to burn down my house?

And what could a trash can have to do with that title?

That trash can is in a time out.

Why, you say?  Because it does NO good to spank a trash can.  You'll only hurt your hand.  I can't take away it's trash bags.  That only hurts me.  I can't ground it.  It already doesn't go anywhere.

Oh, you meant why is the trash in a time out to begin with?

Jeremy was gone less than 12 hours when the puppy started acting all wild and crazy around the trash can.  As he was still attached to the leash attached to me inside the house, I had no choice but to notice. And investigate.  You know that saying "Ignorance is bliss"?  Well, it's not just a saying for me.  It's a way of life.  De Nile is not just a river in Egypt, Honey Boo Boo!  Guess what my investigation revealed.. A nasty little fine-boned, squishy bodied tree frog was hiding on the trash can, next to the wall.  After screaming and shrieking like a little girl, reality set in.  I was going to have to take care of this.  Although burning down the house SOUNDS like a good plan, it's actually not.  The kids were sleeping upstairs (at least until I screamed) and we had just had our mail fwd'd to this address.  The post office has a hard enough time keeping that straight, so I knew if I ever wanted to see another issue of Coastal Living, I was going to have to at least try to think of a way to remove it besides matches and gasoline.  I did the only thing I could think of.  I opened the back door, went back to the kitchen, picked up the offending trash can and ran, hooting and hollering to the open door, tossing the can out and quick closing the door.  And then as my mind loves to play tricks on me after an incident such as this, I had no choice but to strip to skin and start over with the pj's.  Otherwise I would feel little phantom froggy feet on the back of my tshirt ALL. EVENING. LONG.

You can laugh at me and think I'm silly if you choose, but remember when something was on this guys back and he didn't know about it?  Remember the trouble it caused not only him, but all of Monstropolis?  This is no joking matter.

For choosing to harbor a fugitive, the trash can spent the night outside.

Last laugh was for me.  When the kitchen remodel was done, the trash can was no longer needed and thrown away.  BWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!