Curiosity has always been a trait attributed to my ridiculous soul. I love the romance of a good mystery, but I also love the investigation part of finding answers to things I probably shouldn’t know about. I considered becoming an investigative journalist for that reason, but then realized I’d be turning my favorite hobby into a living wage and that made it markedly less intriguing.
This particular night, some four years after I’d moved away from the region but was home visiting Mom for the week, I noticed something else had changed. One of the barriers was broken. The electric fence was knocked down in one section.