So, this morning Sister Croft and I had this genius idea that we were going to go to a nearby cactus forest and take some pictures. Let's just say those cactus spikes are very sneaky little buggers and I spent a good amount of time afterward pulling them out of my body. Now I know why I don't see more people taking pictures in the cactus forest. -.-And if that isn't enough to make you laugh, I will now proceed to tell you of a little event that happened this week. It started with another brilliant idea, entitled "Let's Go Green-Heart-Attack People in Honor of Saint Patricks Day." We cut out a bunch of green hearts and gold coins, wrote little messages on them and armed ourselves with tape. Our first victim was our beloved investigator Erica. Crofty and I hid around the corner of her house and put the tape on the back of all the hearts. And then we taped those hearts to ourselves and snuck up to the front door, where we proceeded to transfer those hearts from our arms to the door. Then, Crofty was like, "Should we ring the doorbell and run away?" This is what we did. It was going to be a beautiful getaway, except for one minor problem: Crofty ran left and I ran right. I looked back just in time to see my companion disappear around the opposite corner of the house.
This presented a major problem, because Erica's cousin Rex opened the door right then and I had no choice but to stay hidden. While separated from my companion by A WHOLE HOUSE. There I waited for what felt like a decade. I was terrified that the neighbors would see me, a lone missionary, crouching creepily in the shadows by a house. To preserve the churches good name, I removed my nametag.