Someone stole half of our wood pile. Really. I don’t know when or who or why or least of all how. But it is definitely gone.
Someone actually backing up a truck and hauling out each piece of wood in the dark of night seems a little unlikely. But the only other possibilities I can think of are even more unlikely. Aliens? Probably not. Vanishing into thin air? I doubt it. We unknowingly used half of the wood pile? Nope. We’ve only built two fires since we’ve lived here and that was several months ago. I know for sure that our wood pile was twice the size that it is now as recently as a month or two ago.
As to when, I can only assume it was when Josh and I were gone for his birthday weekend. Usually the cars are parked right in front of the wood pile and the thief would have had to weave in between the cars as he (or she, let’s not be sexist here) hauled the wood back and forth. But when we went away for the weekend both of our cars were gone, resulting in easy access to the wood.
Who could have done this is an absolute mystery to me. I doubt it could have been just ONE someone. I can’t imagine moving half a wood pile by myself. I’m sure whoever did this probably needed the wood really bad. Maybe they can’t afford any heating at all and their little newborn triplets are freezing to death as we speak. Either that or they are going to turn around and sell it for some exorbitant rate. I sure hope it’s the former because we cut and split and hauled and unloaded and stacked all that wood ourselves.
I feel so violated. I know they didn’t invade my home or anything. And I’m sure that it’s not personal. But I’m just creeped out by the idea that unbeknownst to me, someone was skulking around my driveway shamelessly hauling out my wood and taking it for their own.
My only consolation is that the triplets are warm. But if it was cold-heartedly stolen and then sold right away for profit, and our power goes out for any length of time and we need wood to heat ourselves and we run out of wood and MY kids are freezing to death, then there will be hell to pay. Not really because there is nothing I can do about it. Dang it.