Any day now, guys. Any day now. One of these days, one of you guys is gonna come digging around out here and bump into me, I just know it. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself.
I’m not sure if you’ve lived here the whole time I’ve been down here, or if you’ve moved in more recently, but either way, I’m sure you’ll come get me sometime soon. There you are, just playfully reading in your backyard and hosting barbecues, completely unaware that I’m less than twenty feet to your left and about four feet down.
I can’t wait to meet you. I wonder who you’ll be? A gardening mother, absentmindedly tending to her tulips before screaming at the sight of my left toe? Dad, doing some yard work, absolutely horrified to pull up a piece of me instead of any other weed? Two kids making play potions out of collected sticks and mud and accidentally grabbing a bone a bit too big to be a coyote’s? Or maybe even the family dog, sniffing around excitedly and coming back into the house with my right sock? Whoever you are, I’m just waiting patiently for you down here.
And if not you, the next people
who move in. Definitely.