I came home to find the branches of the tree had been disappeared. Some type of shenanigans took place while i was at work. I found this odd but quickly moved onto other things. These other things included my robotic procedure of immediately going to the mailbox.

The problem was the afore mention shenanigans affected my postal delivery system. You see, in the place where my mail box once stood was only a sad bit of twisted iron. "This day can't get any wierder!", I thought to myself.

I was wrong.


A beaten and battered mailbox laid gingerly on my front porch.

Jinkies!

This was just the clue I needed to solve the caper. Goofy speaking landlord must have struck. While trimming the tree a branch must have fallen and killed Marvin the mailbox.

For now I am going to leave it as it is, for a social experiment of course. I want to see if the mailman will still use it.