Roses, and the Death of Chuck

Yep.  The boybarian of the house got him.  I didn’t see it first hand, but the versions I heard from his sisters included the words, eye, shot, blood spurting.  I did a happy dance.  The boy then had a dream  that Chuck came back, ate of a certain poppy in the garden, grew to a gargantuan size, went into the boy’s bedroom and attacked him.  Also Chuck was sporting an eye patch. 

On a completely different note, the roses are blooming.  Hurrah!  We had a short but mean rainstorm this morning, so New Dawn is a bit droopy, but it smells divine.