Rubber Ducky Day

Seems like there’s a day for EVERYTHING and today is National Rubber Ducky Day. With a day with such significance in our history (laugh, laugh), I wanted to reshare my rubber ducky story.  When we put our pond in, my granddaughter was fairly young.  She wanted to swim in it, until we told her there were fish in there.  Then she decided she’d rather fish the pond. 

I went on Amazon to see what kinds of fishing poles we could order for the both of us.  She sat beside me and didn’t like any of the ones Amazon offered, so we searched for other water activities.  She settled on rubber duckies. (She wanted to have races across the pond.)

The ones I picked out were really cool—they were actually for bath time.  If the water is too hot, the rubber ducky shows this message on the bottom:

They came in a package of 12 and I ordered them right away.  I knew they wouldn’t get to our house by the time my family left, but they would be there for the next visit.  About a week later we were headed down the driveway to do some grocery shopping when I saw something strange at our delivery box.  (We cannot have regular mail or packages delivered to our address by the postal service, but we could purchase a box to have those things delivered by delivery companies.)

The closer we got, the easier it was to see that no one had opened our box—the door was ripped off!  The package was on the ground and ripped open on one corner.  A rubber ducky was laying on the grass with teeth marks in it!  Apparently, a bear smelled the box of duckies and thought they smelled scrumptious, but one attempted bite proved they were not edible.

I’m guessing the delivery driver had just eaten or something similar and he had the smell on his hands because we couldn’t detect any smells on the ducks or the plastic wrapping they came in.

Happy Rubber Ducky Day!