We had a wonderful family vacation. The entire clan got together at the Cabin for a weekend of relaxation. 10 adults, 7 children and 5dogs,all in 3 rooms. Fantastic if crowded quality time. Did I mention the septic tank was having problems? It was just a minor inconvenience. We still had the Outhouse to fall back on. Any BIG business would have to be done out there. Funny thing is, no one likes the outhouse. That might have something to do with the Mocking bird nesting in it, or maybe the spiders, or possibly even the earthy aroma. On about day 3 of our 7 day stint my baby sister (Robin) confided to her husband (Jim) and I that she was about to break down and venture out into the outhouse! Jim and I caught each others eye. There was no way we could let an opportunity like that pass us by. Robin went off to get he babies down for a nap. Jim and I started to scheme. We ran to the trunk of the car and grabbed smoke bombs, black cats and the camera. Then we waited…and waited. Robin had fallen asleep with the little poots. When she woke up the call of nature had passed. That was easily fixed by a very strong cup of coffee lovingly prepared by yours truly. Soon Robin was nervously on her way to the outhouse. Jim and I grabbed our stash and followed. He duck walked ( so as not to be seen through the cut out window) around to the front of the outhouse, reached up and locked the door from the outside. He scoots around back of it again and waits for the thumbs up. All the relatives are now in attendance ready for the show. Jim throws a handful of yellow smoke bombs under the back wall (we all know where they landed). Yellow smoke is now billowing through the cracks in the walls. A tiny voice from inside is squeaking “OH! OH! There’s SMOKE in here!” That was the signal for the black cats. POW!   BANG!   KABAM! There is a great thumping and banging from inside the outhouse, along with yells for help. Didn’t take Robin long at all to discover she was locked in. When the smoke and laughter finally settled down, there was Robin, waving her toilet paper flag of surrender out the window.