Panic

The boss was in full panic mode when she spotted this thing obscurely tucked away in an out of the way corner of the eaves.

Questions as to it's origin and contents were fired at me at a rate faster than a machine gun designer could ever dream of achieving. (Size wise, it's about 4 inches across).

Thankfully, a quick, albeit tentative, poke with a long metal pole knocked it to the ground and its tinder dryness and lack of inhabitants was clear to see.

I must admit, I was a bit apprehensive myself as the pole neared its target.
I had visions of being attacked by a swarm of angry something or others.

Phew!

Ah well. Until tomorrow....