Here around the office, we've been taking turns blogging about our personal experiences with wall decals. Of all the mad skills I possess, writing has never been one of them; naturally, I was dreading my turn as blogger of the week. Up until a few days ago, that is. Inspiration for my post could not have come at a more perfect time.

When I received an invitation to my nephew Ethan's seventh birthday party, I had the perfect gift in mind: tree wall decals. Ethan is an avid outdoorsman. What better gift than to bring nature and the outside world right into my nephew's room? I stayed after the party to help Ethan apply the tree wall decals to his bedroom walls. A big grin stretched across his face as we applied several bird decals to each of the tree wall decal branches. I thought he was getting excited about going to bed and waking up seeing the great outdoors on his very walls. Little did I know the little guy was actually scheming an evil plot, a hunting expedition of sorts. Just like when a warm and cold front collide, two of my nephew's birthday gifts would soon meet to create the perfect storm . . .

Around 11 p.m., my brother and his wife were awakened to the sound of muted gunfire. My brother frantically jumped out of bed and ran to his son's room. My sister-in-law grabbed the phone ready to call 911. As my brother neared his son's room, his adrenaline rush accelerated as he saw light coming under the door and heard gunshots coming from the room. My brother threw open the door and found his son standing in his pajamas, new Red Ryder BB gun in hand, shooting at the little vinyl birdies roosting in the branches of one of the tree wall decals. Thankfully, since I had not applied a tree wall decal to the back of my nephew's door, my brother still had all his body parts intact upon opening the door.