The LAST Box

There was one last box left in the house, and Kevin and Connor got curious about what was in it, especially since I had declared us officially unpacked.

You see, I wasn't counting that box.  I knew exactly what was in it, and I wasn't prepared at all to deal with it yet.  I wasn't sure how Connor was going to deal with it, either.

It was a box with only one thing in it, and at the same time, about 10,188 things.

Any guesses what it was?

Oh, and if you shook it, it rattled.

Still guessing?

It was the Lego Death Star.

One of the movers actually brought it out to put it in the truck WITHOUT a box.  The guy just picked it up and started carrying it up the ramp.  I stopped him and informed him that he had to box it up.  Can you imagine?  It would have been in 10,188 pieces all over the truck, and I suppose that the moving company probably would have just had to buy us a new one.

But nonetheless, I stopped him and he boxed it up at the last minute.  I guess a few pieces had already gotten lost by the time it made it downstairs and outside and halfway onto the truck and then back into the garage for a hasty packing, because when we got it out and put it together, a few things were missing.  I haven't taken a full stock, but I think we'll just claim the few pieces I know are missing and replace them as we go on in life and not make a big deal of it.  The Lego company is great at replacement parts.

It made it to Texas largely intact, and was in better shape than I expected from all the rattling in the box.  It took me less than an hour to put all the stray pieces from the box back together, and to fix the structural damage.  All the floors needed squeezed back together again because they had been shaken loose. 

In the end, it wasn't that bad.  And now the last box is out of the house.  For real.