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Start this with facepalm. One of those brainfarts... 'if I had been thinking/awake/rational' sort of things.
Taking a brief split second on the back porch to enjoy the abundance of mosquitos after starting the laundry and I note movement directly across the river. WHAM. Mongoose. Snake has climbed a small mimosa and that bastard rat-thing from hell is going to snag it any second. I dash in the house to grab... what? Where the heck is the camera? No idea. Where's the 9mm? Upstairs and in one of several drawers. Ah. The .44 is right there under the desk. Bat out of H out the back door and empty the clip. Mongoose gets the clue and boogies. Cool.
It takes all of 10 minutes before I get a call from the boss. The neighbor called her to report her other has gone crazy or something. I explain. I can feel her eyes rolling right through the phone as she hangs up. Get on my bike and head to the local restaurant for breakfast. Two vehicles slow down as they pass me, their occupants I've never met before grinning at me and giving me the thumbs up. At the restaurant the waitress-cook gives me darting glances and manages to drop two dishes over a period of 5 minutes. Some construction workers come in. They all grin at me and one mimes blasting away with a pistol. The coconut wireless has been working overtime.
A few minutes later as I ride my bike up the main street almost everyone in town takes time out to stare at me. I get grins from gruff old codgers that have never given me a second glance before. It was less than an hour since me little faux pax. Home now. Sis in law called me from work 300 km away to ask me if I was okay. The boss is due back in six hours. It's not going to be one of those calm and cuddle evenings.
On a positive note, I think it was a Siamensis I rescued. I'm heading off across the river now to search a bit.
Taking a brief split second on the back porch to enjoy the abundance of mosquitos after starting the laundry and I note movement directly across the river. WHAM. Mongoose. Snake has climbed a small mimosa and that bastard rat-thing from hell is going to snag it any second. I dash in the house to grab... what? Where the heck is the camera? No idea. Where's the 9mm? Upstairs and in one of several drawers. Ah. The .44 is right there under the desk. Bat out of H out the back door and empty the clip. Mongoose gets the clue and boogies. Cool.
It takes all of 10 minutes before I get a call from the boss. The neighbor called her to report her other has gone crazy or something. I explain. I can feel her eyes rolling right through the phone as she hangs up. Get on my bike and head to the local restaurant for breakfast. Two vehicles slow down as they pass me, their occupants I've never met before grinning at me and giving me the thumbs up. At the restaurant the waitress-cook gives me darting glances and manages to drop two dishes over a period of 5 minutes. Some construction workers come in. They all grin at me and one mimes blasting away with a pistol. The coconut wireless has been working overtime.
A few minutes later as I ride my bike up the main street almost everyone in town takes time out to stare at me. I get grins from gruff old codgers that have never given me a second glance before. It was less than an hour since me little faux pax. Home now. Sis in law called me from work 300 km away to ask me if I was okay. The boss is due back in six hours. It's not going to be one of those calm and cuddle evenings.
On a positive note, I think it was a Siamensis I rescued. I'm heading off across the river now to search a bit.