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*Stares at the photo... glances at the framed collection of sand dollars found over the span of ten years... Photo. Sand dollars. Photo. Sand dollars... 😐😑😬 Grabs sand dollar collection and rage-slams it into the garbage can, but it's not enough! Yanks it back out and begins to smash the frame against the desk, the floor, the wall...*

"Why."

*SLAM*

"Can't."

*WHACK*

"I."

*CRASH*

"FindanythinglikethatontheeffingBEACH?!"

*BAM*

Wife: "What's going on dear?"

*Surveys the broken desk, dented flooring, holes in the walls, the curious sparkle-smokey thing the laptop is doing now... and then the undamaged frame of the sand dollar collection...*

"What is this thing even made of?!"

"Honey...?"

"Huh? Oh! Um... redecorating??" *Giggles nervously*

"That's nice my love." She smiles, and as she heads back down the hall she pulls out her phone and dials a number.

"Hey Connie, your department has tranquilizer guns for the larger animals, right? Be a dear and bring one over, like, right now, okay?"

"No, no sudden Tiger infestation, but I may have a primate problem...* Her voice fades away as she calmly disappears from view.

Husband: "This isn't over Beach! I'll find your treasures if it's the last thing I do! Hahaha-urk! Ow, my back!"

~Sorry, my brain does stuff like that at the strangest times. Lovely photo, wonderful lighting! 😊