Meet the New Box

In case you missed the drama, we recently had several instances of violent crime in the neighborhood:

Oh, the Humanity! (These are down the road a piece.)

That was the condition of those boxes as of yesterday, I'll have you know -- slackers!

Our box, while not knocked down, was reduced to a two dimensional state -- not acceptable for delivery according to USPS standards. (I still maintain Post could have slipped a few letters in between the layers of metal -- if she'd wanted to. Just sayin'.) These monstrous crimes were almost certainly Hallowe'en 'tricks,' but we were reluctant to provide a fresh target for the exuberant yutes, so we left it flat for a few days. After a while, I figured the mail was probably piling up, so I helpfully smooshed the box back into 'shape':

Grr Argh!

Post responded -- most agreeably, really, good old Post -- by bundling our accumulated mail together with rubber bands and placing the resulting parcel in the gaping maw of Zombie Box. Heck, she's probably so used to seeing Ol' Alvin's Zombie Livestock wandering about the 'hood, a Zombie Mailbox was hardly anything to get excited about. Besides, it showed that at least we were trying (God loves a trier; so does Post, it seems) -- more than can be said for those slackbutt cul-de-sac people!

Anyhow, the very next nice day on which I was actually at home, I rewarded Post's kindness by installing the biggest mailbox I could procure:

Big box = fewer trips down our 0.3 mile driveway = Happy Post!

What's that you say? "Same as the old box?" Why, so it is!

[We're actually not at liberty to erect anything more substantial out there - it's across the road from our place, in the public right-of-way. Such is life.]