We were sad when we went to bed. The camera was lost. Our girl was turning 7 in the morning. There would be no record of the waking moments when we give her gifts and she enjoys her breakfast and presents. It was sad.
Then this morning, at 5:30 am (which is BEFORE my children wake up, but not MUCH before) I had a thought.. and inspired thought.. that we had looked everyplace BUT the trash. We had discounted the trash as the hiding place for the camera because the trash guys had come yesterday morning. BUT I had cleaned up the living spaces in preparation for the birthday celebration... and I distinctly remembered dumping the trashcan by the desk. Even though it seemed crazy - and we all know how disgusting the thought of trash digging is for everyone - I decided to don my sneakers, brave the cold, and dig through the trash. It seemed unlikely, but I was there, in my pj's and sneakers, contemplating things and praying, while I lifted the smelly lid, considered which bag to open first, and dove in. I only had to open one bag.. it was the heaviest one.. and there, with the papers and used up glue sticks... WAS OUR CAMERA! Thankfully we have an acceptably good case, so it didn't have any "garbage residue" on it.. and I happily walked back to the house. I IMMEDIATELY cleaned off the case, then sprayed it with Lysol spray. Then (after it had dried) I extracted the camera (did I mention THOROUGHLY washing my hands... twice)... and it worked just fine, no worse for the wear, just a little chilly from the freezing weather conditions.
So we have our camera. And we have our cat. And I think Dennis summed it up nicely by saying,"Maybe that isn't the best place to keep the camera." Duly noted. The camera needs a better home. Let's put it far, far from the cat. And her tuckus. And the trashcan. *sigh*
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