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I've been too spooked to write about this till now.
Got in late one night, about a month ago. The night was eerily silent, even for a night in February, but I paid little mind to it; just grabbed my bag and started to head inside. My foot had just hit the first step when I felt a buzz on the back of my neck, like a insect was about to bite me; I slapped at it, but got nothing - and my neck was fine as well.
It wasn't until I got inside that I thought 'It's still a bit too cold for insects,' and it wasn't until the next morning that I saw this:
A blowgun dart, imbedded in my retaining wall.
Thus began the saga - of the Ineffectual Ninja.
I've been too spooked to write about this till now.
Got in late one night, about a month ago. The night was eerily silent, even for a night in February, but I paid little mind to it; just grabbed my bag and started to head inside. My foot had just hit the first step when I felt a buzz on the back of my neck, like a insect was about to bite me; I slapped at it, but got nothing - and my neck was fine as well.
It wasn't until I got inside that I thought 'It's still a bit too cold for insects,' and it wasn't until the next morning that I saw this:
A blowgun dart, imbedded in my retaining wall.
Thus began the saga - of the Ineffectual Ninja.