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- Jul 9, 2009
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Got back home this evening after a lovely Christmas vacation. I promptly checked the mailbox as the tracking number showed it should have been delivered. No knife. I checked the front door for a "sorry we missed you note", nothing. My heart picked up its pace a bit, and a minute or so later I saw the usps priority box, lying in the mud, behind the shrubs. Lucky for me, an exellent taping job kept the elements out so I'll still be allowed to be the one to administer any abuses the thing recieves. I'm happy, but will return the muddy box to the post office along with a piece of my mind. 
