This brings back one of the funnier memories of my youth. A classmate and friend found 4 babies in a tree next to the family home. The tree had been hit by lightning, and the mother was killed. Don't have a clue why the babies weren't hurt, lightning is weird. Anyway, after they got bigger, his dad said if he was going to keep them he had to build a cage for them, so he made it a shop project. We were in junior high at the time, and the whole class helped with it. It was built in sections as it was pretty large, and then moved outside and assembled. That is where we ran amok. Once assembled we had to put wire on the INSIDE, because he was told if the wire was on the outside the coons would eat the wood and escape. We told "Danny" that he had to get inside and staple the wire on. Danny was that kid that every class has who is to be honest about it "picked on" he was not the sharpest knife in the drawer to be charitable. Anyway Danny gets in and we all help getting the wire in and secured, and then close the lid and go inside with Danny sitting there in the cage. Well Danny was never one to cause a ruckus, so he just sits there and we all go on to math class sure that someone had let him out. Now this is taking place in November in Iowa, and before global warming, Ha Ha. About half way through math class in comes the Principal, the shop teacher, and a slightly blue Danny. Needless to say there was much a$$ chewing and we were on chore detail for a spell, but at every class reunion one of the stories SURE to be brought up is "hey remember the time we locked Danny in the coon cage?" Sorry to go on, but every time I think of coon's I think of that incident. JR