Nature's Safe

I heard the news the other day that many people having been buying safes to secure their savings finding that banks are no longer worth the brick, mortar, wood, and drywall that constitutes their building. But one of my colleagues, let’s call her Corporate Bohemia since she has not picked a nickname yet, feels she has found an even more secure place – the bushes in front of her house. One morning CB had an early meeting and she was pulling out of her driveway when she discovered that she had her husband’s nephew’s girlfriend’s handbag in her car. Let’s call this person, Bonfemme. CB, not having time to stop the car, and run the bag inside, simply threw it in her front bushes. CB then proceeded to forget that fact for the rest of they day. Finally, her hubby called her in the evening and said that Bonfemme inquired about the whereabouts of her bag. Then CB remembered it was still in the front bushes. Now in fairness to CB, she reasonably suspected that said bag would not have much, if any, money in it. You see, while Bonfemme is intelligent and articulate, she is still searching for her career in life. For now, she is a caregiver for an autistic child and is primarily compensated by the free room and board offered by the child’s parents. But CB may be on to something. Thieves would look for a safe first in robbing a house. They would not likely check the front bushes for valuables. So perhaps the best “safe” is one of your front bushes (but watch for dogs that may pilfer the contents of the bushes). And, yes, the bag was still there in the bushes; untouched.