I have a new enemy that I have to tell you about. Today we had a family outing to the garage. Mom did the laundry and dad took out the weed whacker because all the rain we had made all the weeds grow in our yard. It's a forest out there. However, when dad was inspecting the weed whacker, I got so scared by the foreign object that I went in my fighting mode. Mom went to give me a big hug and told me what a goof I am.