Thursday, August 24, 2006

Close Call

So I'm sitting here, in my living room, taking care of business and getting drowsy when all of a sudden I hear this tapping noise at the back windows. Fortunately Heather is already in bed, but even as it is my heart is suddenly in my throat because it sounds for all the world like someone tapping away at the back door, looking for a way in, or at least punk kids throwing dirt clods at our windows. So, being the astute protector of the homefront that I am, I first run over and check the deadbolt. It is secure, so my next move is to go and get pants. I have no idea what's waiting for me in our backyard, but whatever it is, I am not willing to face it in my nightgown. So then I go and turn on the porch light, and the noises stop momentarily. I picture the punk kids seeing the light and knowing that I'm on the them, running away. But then the tapping noises start again, right around the door, sounding for all the world like a killer jiggling the knob. I slip open one slat in our mini blinds to peer out. No dark figures lurking around the door. Suddenly the noise changes, all of a sudden there's a buzzing. I picture a precision instrument slicing through the window glass near the knob. But then I realize that the noise is actually coming from way down in the corner, near the floor. I move to a corner window and look out to where I can see the jamb on the door. And sitting there on the stoop is what I would basically assume to be the biggest bug ever, pending the Guiness board's decision. I think there may have been more than one, but at any rate, this must have been the most determined. Confident that our awesome human-house building technology would keep the little critter out, but I did take the precaution of turning the lights back off so they would no longer be attracted. Now, granted, it was only a very, very large bug, but I think that I should be lauded for my exceptional bravery in guarding the homestead in my mother's absence (she has been in Denver all week). After all, it could have been a killer.

Oh, and I was working today on a photo tour of my room, which is very cool and I've been meaning to show you guys since we painted it. Now you might finally get a chance, but not tonight, since I don't have the pictures loaded yet. Tomorrow, maybe?

Yours with valor,
S.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

hurrah for the valorous shannon!!

I want to see the picture tour, too. Do you have them with you still?