This past Halloween I overheard Scott and my BIL, Robert, talking about building a trebuchet. A real trebuchet. They wanted to launch pumpkins and rocks and pianos into an empty field. They were even talking about whose house to store it (notminenotminenotmine..).
This. must. not. happen.
Time for me to intervene. In my most subtle way, I took matters into my own hands and ordered a model trebuchet kit for Christmas in hopes of satiating his siege engine desires.
Scott was thrilled.
Scott reminds me of my Dad in this picture:
Several hours later --Tah-Dah!!
Quite a bit of calibration:
Scott and Steven did some catapult vs. trebuchet experiments.
The victims: animal army led by Darth.
Success!! I haven't heard more talk of a large trebuchet, but who knows -- I may have only fanned the flame...

