Territorial Pissings?
You won't believe what happened to me in the wee hours of morning today. Ok, so maybe you will believe it, but it is enough of a deal to warrant that set up.
It was about 3:45am and I was happily lounging in the buff by the fire beside an adorable, soundly sleeping Doug, book in hand. The lights were on.
Suddenly, I hear the sound of the window BEING OPENED about 2 feet from my head!! Just to make sure that I hadn't unknowing dosed off, and was perhaps in between the sleep/wake state which Narcoleptics are so skilled at falling into, I reached my hand out to make sure the window had indeed been slid open. It was no hallucination. Some jerk just opened our bloody window!
My reaction went something like, "What the FUCK?!, someone just opened the window!".
Doug went from sleeping soundly to patrolling the yard and alley, club in hand.
The interesting thing about this insult and invasion of territory is how fear did not even cross my mind. There I was, a naked woman only a couple of feet away from a potentially dangerous intruder and all I could think of was smashing has head in with a hammer. Sounds harsh, but I am being honest. Usually I'm a very kind and understanding person.
I figure, in being a civilized society and having come to some pretty clear territorial agreements, it would be appropriate to fall back into a more instinctive, primitive desire to defend ones territory in the old style of our ancestors, with good old violence, had that agreement been violated. (So long as there was no killing or feasting of flesh...ok, my sense of humour is a bit black) What do you think? Am I off base?
Anyway, the intruder fled and I spent a few of the more decent hours of the day burgle-proof the house better. As it turned out, we had three small window which didn't lock.
It was about 3:45am and I was happily lounging in the buff by the fire beside an adorable, soundly sleeping Doug, book in hand. The lights were on.
Suddenly, I hear the sound of the window BEING OPENED about 2 feet from my head!! Just to make sure that I hadn't unknowing dosed off, and was perhaps in between the sleep/wake state which Narcoleptics are so skilled at falling into, I reached my hand out to make sure the window had indeed been slid open. It was no hallucination. Some jerk just opened our bloody window!
My reaction went something like, "What the FUCK?!, someone just opened the window!".
Doug went from sleeping soundly to patrolling the yard and alley, club in hand.
The interesting thing about this insult and invasion of territory is how fear did not even cross my mind. There I was, a naked woman only a couple of feet away from a potentially dangerous intruder and all I could think of was smashing has head in with a hammer. Sounds harsh, but I am being honest. Usually I'm a very kind and understanding person.
I figure, in being a civilized society and having come to some pretty clear territorial agreements, it would be appropriate to fall back into a more instinctive, primitive desire to defend ones territory in the old style of our ancestors, with good old violence, had that agreement been violated. (So long as there was no killing or feasting of flesh...ok, my sense of humour is a bit black) What do you think? Am I off base?
Anyway, the intruder fled and I spent a few of the more decent hours of the day burgle-proof the house better. As it turned out, we had three small window which didn't lock.