crazy hospitality

First of all, let me just say that I love working at camp. I even love my summer schedule of 5:00 am – 3:00 pm. I thoroughly enjoy cleaning camp property, working with Emyle and Ann Marie as our Thrivers, and working with the Leadership Live! crew on Wednesdays and Saturdays.  But there have been some interesting things this past week . . .
 
I wake up every morning at 4:35 to be at work by 5:00. I’m in charge of the Hospitality Van, so it sits outside our house most nights. It’s really old – the driver’s seat is stuck, the front windows don’t roll up, and in the back, all the seats are gone and we built shelving down the side behind the driver’s seat. Thursday morning I went outside to leave for work and decided to check the back to make sure the leaf blower was on and filled with gas. Normally, I just hop in the driver’s seat and drive out to the laundry room to pick up anything that may not have made its way on. . . but that morning I didn’t want to make that trip if it wasn’t necessary. So I walked to the back door and opened it up only to hear all kinds of scrambling and frantic scratching. I closed the door and was thinking in my head, “I hope this is just a really BIG lizard.” As I’m standing there trying to figure out what to do, something darts out the driver’s side window. I couldn’t get a good look since 4:50 is still very dark, but I was thinking it had to be a bobcat or a coyote. [Neither of these options was very exciting in my mind.] I went inside and woke Jon up, and he lovingly came outside and flashed his flashlight around to make sure nothing else was in there. I went to work and at breakfast (3 hours later), Jon told me that based on my description it sounded like a fox to several people who should know these things. The size would’ve been right, and it seemed more “fluffy” than a coyote. So there was a fox in my van on Thursday morning.
 
Friday morning I got up, thinking about the fox being in the van and took a flashlight with me. I walked out in the front yard and walked right back inside to tell Jon there were 3 horses eating in our front yard. I now think maybe I married Dr. Doolittle.
 
Also on Friday, Emyle and I were checking bathrooms like normal after lunch and we discovered the worst bathroom I have ever personally seen in my life. And I will leave it at that. It’s all clean now, though. Hospitality prevails again.