Mike was out mowing when all the sudden he busted into the kitchen, grabbed the tongs, and ran out. Of course I grabbed my camera and ran after him. The neighbor kid saw him running and started running after him too. This is what all the hubbub was about:
Poor Torch now lives in the butterfly garden we've had for many years. It has housed all kinds of creatures in its day. It has a hole in the side, which Mike patched. So the only thing between us and Torch is a piece of duct tape and a couple safety pins.