Slight heart attack at 2 am
**Brief history on next door : We have two elderly neighbors, one is ninety and evil and used to throw bricks at Carrie when we would skate in her driveway, and the other is an eightyish year old man who has Alzheimer's and a knack of borrowing money and forgetting to pay us back. Sometimes he brings us really awesome cake so he's cool. They had both "help I've fallen and I can't get upped" so they've been in the hospital for a bit and my 'rents have been taking care of the house and their bird. This week they are on vacation, so they packed up the bird and boarded it and left me no responsibility of the house next door, yay.
Sooo..
As I was getting ready to lumber upstairs last night my little eye spied the light on next door. After a moment or nine of debating whether or not my 'rents had left the light on my anxious mind led me to call the po'po. (ala allison) So after calling information to get the police stations number, because I refused to dial 911 since it wasn't exactly a dire situation. I explained the above paragraph to the operator, minus the bricks, cake, and bird -- she dispatched a unit to my street.
Ten to fifteen minutes later an officer shows up and I give her the key. We jaunt up the stairs and see nothing suspicious (why exactly am I up there with her). So she opens the door and instructs me to wait outside so I did...and was entertained by a translucent spider dangling from their doorway. After a few seconds (their house is unbelievably tiny) she emerges to tell me its all clear and I walk in, trying to avoid the aforementioned spider of doom. Everything seems fine, and we lock up, I thank her and head inside.
I would like to thank my parents for leaving the light on to cause this fun little exursion. They claim they didn't so in the end I am forced to blame the spider. Now at first one would be angry at the spider but after a little thought one will see that the spider used the kitchen light as a beacon. A beacon to be rescued from the boring life in the door jam of my neighbors house. I imagine he hitched a ride in the cops hair because I didn't see him as we left.
Good luck 'lil buddy. :)
Sooo..
As I was getting ready to lumber upstairs last night my little eye spied the light on next door. After a moment or nine of debating whether or not my 'rents had left the light on my anxious mind led me to call the po'po. (ala allison) So after calling information to get the police stations number, because I refused to dial 911 since it wasn't exactly a dire situation. I explained the above paragraph to the operator, minus the bricks, cake, and bird -- she dispatched a unit to my street.
Ten to fifteen minutes later an officer shows up and I give her the key. We jaunt up the stairs and see nothing suspicious (why exactly am I up there with her). So she opens the door and instructs me to wait outside so I did...and was entertained by a translucent spider dangling from their doorway. After a few seconds (their house is unbelievably tiny) she emerges to tell me its all clear and I walk in, trying to avoid the aforementioned spider of doom. Everything seems fine, and we lock up, I thank her and head inside.
I would like to thank my parents for leaving the light on to cause this fun little exursion. They claim they didn't so in the end I am forced to blame the spider. Now at first one would be angry at the spider but after a little thought one will see that the spider used the kitchen light as a beacon. A beacon to be rescued from the boring life in the door jam of my neighbors house. I imagine he hitched a ride in the cops hair because I didn't see him as we left.
Good luck 'lil buddy. :)