My wife gave me the greatest gift this year. She converted the garage into a man-cave. I’m pretty sure she didn’t intend the porcupine in the garage to be part of the gift, but it made for a pretty eventful Christmas.
I’m not a big gift-guy, but Christmas morning, I was kind of surprised that I didn’t have a package from my wife under the tree. She usually goes a little overboard and gets me a big, nice gift. I did get the typical random gifts from my children: a tie tack, cheap sunglasses, a matchbox car and a handmade card. After the presents were all open, though, my wife wouldn’t let anyone break into the doughnuts and hot chocolate. Instead, she announced we were going to the garage.
The older two children got grins on their faces, and the younger two whined about having to wait a few extra minutes for their doughnuts. I shrugged and dutifully followed her. Then, she opened the door to what was once a mess of boxes and random tools.
It was straight out of a magazine. Tools were nicely organized in a corner with a work bench. My wife had obviously gone through the contents of the boxes, gotten rid of a lot of things, and carefully stored the rest of our boxed belongings away. In their place was a comfortable couch, a fake bearskin rug, a couple of side tables, and the television set from my wife’s office. I could not believe it.
I was so blow away by what my wife had done for me that I didn’t even notice the porcupine in the garage. But, my wife gasped and pointed. A chunky, lumbering, spiny animal had been happily munching at the handle of my grandfather’s hammer. It had probably gotten in there while my wife as putting the finishing touches in my new man cave, and who knows how long that porcupine had been stuck in the garage. Days, maybe? The leather couch had a gaping hole where it had been eaten through, and while the well-worn wood of my grandfather’s hammer handle was still mostly there, it had suffered some damage.
The kids were shooed inside, happy to finally attack the doughnuts and my wife and I tried to chase the porcupine out of the garage. It was happy in there, though, and we retreated quickly when it puffed its quills out. Fortunately, over the course of the next couple of hours, we were able to lure it out of the garage, but I was afraid it would quickly find its way back into my amazing new hangout. I wasn’t going to go out to watch a game and share the space with a porcupine in the garage. So, we called an animal removal service to come out and remove the porcupine as quickly as possible. And, I went back to wondering what I’d done right in my life to deserve my wonderful wife.