Well, you see... "somebody" who comes from time to time, plays fiddle, but shows up with unusual (really unusual) instruments... well, he showed up and started plinking the kiddie xylophone with a little plastic hammer while we were playing and while Buddy was singing. "SKRINK!" I looked down and stopped playing, thinking something was broken on my dobro. Saw nothing... then it happened again. "SKRINK!" I looked again. Maybe I was hitting the coverplate or something with a pick? Sounded really weird. Then, it happened again "SKRINK!" and I looked at Doug and he was checking out his banjo to see what just broke. Doug looked back at me. After a dozen times or so, we noticed the xylophone. Aha. So, when the music stopped, I said, "Wanna do us a favor and leave that damned xylophone on the floor?" He agreed. Good, cause I already looked it up: They call it justifiable homicide in Florida.