C'mon! By my way of thinking, if the criminals think my back door is closed, locked and secure then there's no reason why I can't have a wheel. Besides, I figure the booby trap by the back door (the litter box) is security enough.
And since I opened the boxes while my son was at the movies, I knew I'd have to pack it up before he got home or else he'd start getting on my nerves about why there's no money for a Wii. So quick as a wink, I packed up the wheel and put it up.
Since I'm sure my son has absolutely no interest in my blog, I'm going to tell you where the wheel is, just in case I forget. It's in the spare bedroom (one day to be my craft room), under the bed.