Sure, my first inclination was to immediately drive out to my nearest Big 5 Sporting Goods store and purchase that tried and true symbol of fatherly protection - the 12 gauge shotgun -which has undoubtedly served it's purpose for countless teeth gritting dad's over literally hundreds of years.
But then I also thought of Lukas & Annabelle and what having a gun in the house would actually mean, and I knew that this just wouldn't do. (Yes, in the scenario I just laid out one would assume Lukas would be 35 and still living at home, but just roll with it okay? Need I remind you that I'm the father of an newborn?)
So, of course I next thought of Spiders. My internal conversation was something like "Spiders!! Brilliant. Yes, that would be perfect. Spiders!!"
And notably our Dad.
We grew up on the family dairy farm, which my father and brother still operate today, and actually owned a couple of shotguns at the time. But did my dad ever try to intimidate these boys with a gun? Nope. He used spiders. Yes, spiders! You see, the farm has a signature old red barn with high ceilings built by my great grandfather back in 1922.
|The Iconic Family Farm Barn|
The ceilings are the floorboards of the hay loft above, and in the rafters of that ceiling the spiders have been spinning webs since the beginning of time itself. That would be 1922 for purposes of this story.
It was in that old red barn that my dad would send these boys, armed with a pair of goggles, a broom, and instructions to clean out the layers of ancient cobwebs. This was surely the nastiest job ever invented, and few survived more than a few minutes at it before deciding it was time to go home. Brilliant!
|Not the actual inside of the barn, but you get the picture.|
Now, I don't suppose I would drive any of Annabelle's potential suitors an hour and a half south to the farm when the time comes, but....I am thinking that if I gather enough large spiders, release them into my garage, then lock the door for a couple of decades, I just may have a pretty decent deterrent for any punk who thinks he is good enough to date my little girl. Ha!
With that said, there will be no more smashing in my house. We will henceforth always use the cup trick to cover, catch, and release our eight legged friends into the garage.
Sure enough the boys will come in a few years. But when they do this dad will be ready for them, complete with a pair of goggles and a trusty broom.