Two days ago, the the neighbor’s’ kids came knocking at my door. One of their pet rabbits had escaped and they asked if I could help corral it. Nice guy that I am, I said sure and joined the posse. Well, we finally caught the rabbit and all was well again. Or so I thought. During the chase, I lost my college class ring. The ring always was a bit loose on my finger and it slipped off during the chase. And of course, with all the fallen leaves covering the ground, trying to find it was like looking for the proverbial needle in the haystack.

I seached both their yard and mine to no avail and was about to give up when it occurred to me that it might be a good idea to try using a metal detector to find the ring. Well, I went out and bought one. Armed with this technology, I began sweeping the neighborhood. This went on for two days. And lo and behold, today I actually found the ring.

So, I guess the moral of this story is “Never chase a rabbit without a metal detector.”