I would have been OK with it if they were stealing our squash to feed their families, but that wasn’t the case. One of the thieves had a Buttercup squash and the other what looked like a Sunshine squash, both of the $4 size. With no time to hide the squash as we drove up, the kids scurried away sheepishly as we checked the cash box, which was empty, at which point they turned tail and ran.
We strolled after them in leisurely pursuit, comparing notes on what had just gone down in front of our eyes in broad daylight. My son, who had nodded to the thieves as they walked by with the little squashes that we didn’t yet know were stolen, knew who they were and where they lived.
