Tonight at 3am I was startled awake by a noise. I thought I heard a prowler outside my window. No…I KNEW IT! Whoever or whatever it was…it was big. And noisy. And it was definitely RIGHT outside my bedroom window.
So what do I do? What would YOU do? You’re all alone, it’s three in the morning….I have to find out what IT is, right? I can’t just sit here quietly and hope they just go away…right? I decided action was needed. Diggz action.
Armed only with a Maglite (the giant one that takes four D-sized batteries) and wearing my Atari Game Over pajama pants, I ventured out into the darkness. I kept the house lights off…not wanting to lose the element of surprise.
I stealthily crept towards the source of the noise, turned a dark corner and flipped on the Maglite. Suddenly I was standing a mere 2 feet away from either E.T. or the largest damn armadillo I’ve ever seen.
We both screamed like little girls and fled….in the same direction. I dropped the Maglite square on my foot, and, as the shooting pains ran up my leg, I realized I had made a terrible error in judgment:
I had left the door to the house open…and this giant alien dinosaur thing was scampering straight towards the open doorway.
INTO MY HOUSE.
Just then, like the Great White shark in Jaws, my cat, Nat, appears out nowhere, sees the varmint and puffs into a giant hissing spitting cobra. Startled for a second time, the thing squeals again and performs an M-F’ing four-foot leap into the air, displaying some serious Neo-dodging-bullets kind of acrobatics…right towards me.
Well, it was more of a straight up-and-down hop but, in the dark I was convinced it was launching straight AT my throat.
And, once again, I screamed like a little girl.
To my utter surprise it didn’t begin gnawing on my neck…it landed several feet away, stopping dead in its tracks. But it was most certainly not dead…No, it was very much alive. And it was now parked between me, Nat, and the relative safety and comfort of my updated 1940′s-style kitchen.
This little pause gave me enough time to retrieve my flashlight (and my dignity). At closer inspection, it was indeed an armadillo…a large one. In fact, it was probably a good twenty pounds of armadillo. Mr. Armadillo took a look at me, took a look at the hissing cat, and did what anyone would do in a similar situation…he darted UNDER my house.
Which is where he remains, at the extent of my knowledge, to this very moment.
Tomorrow I may return with Reese’s Pieces.