Hurricane Hullabaloo
So. Saturday night, Jeff & I are asleep, with the windows in the house open because it's hot. The window behind the bed doesn't have a screen in it, which means that Haley, the cat, is in & out of the room all night.
Suddenly, Jeff & I awake to the sound of Haley slamming into the window blinds as she tears through the window and into the house. Seconds later, we hear a man's voice in the yard, close to the window.
Lootings and break-ins had been a problem in the area, what with the power out and folks having fled before the storm. So Jeff has me slide off the bed to the floor (so I don't get hit if someone decides to fire into the house) and goes to get the handgun. He speaks out, "I advise you to leave now," and cocks the handgun. He then hands it to me and goes to load the shotgun. If the sound of the handgun being cocked wasn't enough of a deterent, the sound of the shotgun being jacked should do the trick.
We didn't hear another sound - screams, running, pants being peed in - but we called the police anyway. There were there in less than 5 minutes (go blue!) and the three officers didn't see a soul. It certainly took a while to fall back asleep, I can tell you.
Funny thing, though; I mentioned it's hot, right? Hot enough that we were sleeping au naturale. So there I was, laying on the floor, gun in hand, waiting to see a face appear in the window, and all I can think is:
"I'm butt-naked."
Hey - don't say anything to my mom. She'd freak... :)
Suddenly, Jeff & I awake to the sound of Haley slamming into the window blinds as she tears through the window and into the house. Seconds later, we hear a man's voice in the yard, close to the window.
Lootings and break-ins had been a problem in the area, what with the power out and folks having fled before the storm. So Jeff has me slide off the bed to the floor (so I don't get hit if someone decides to fire into the house) and goes to get the handgun. He speaks out, "I advise you to leave now," and cocks the handgun. He then hands it to me and goes to load the shotgun. If the sound of the handgun being cocked wasn't enough of a deterent, the sound of the shotgun being jacked should do the trick.
We didn't hear another sound - screams, running, pants being peed in - but we called the police anyway. There were there in less than 5 minutes (go blue!) and the three officers didn't see a soul. It certainly took a while to fall back asleep, I can tell you.
Funny thing, though; I mentioned it's hot, right? Hot enough that we were sleeping au naturale. So there I was, laying on the floor, gun in hand, waiting to see a face appear in the window, and all I can think is:
"I'm butt-naked."
Hey - don't say anything to my mom. She'd freak... :)