Beth’s plane left yesterday at 6:30am. That meant getting up pretty early to go to the airport. I didn’t get to sleep until around 11, so every minute counted. But in the middle of the night (around 2am – I looked at a clock), there was a lot of noise coming from the bank parking lot. I got up to see what it was. Two police cars with lights flashing were framing a group of about eight men and women. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but they sounded drunk.
I went to the bathroom, because that’s what I always do in the middle of the night. When I returned, the police cars and the people were gone, but I saw two men leaving my back yard. One of them had something in his pocket that might have been a gun. I thought to myself: Yikes! Did they step on any plants?
I looked yesterday. No plant damage as far as I can tell, but they did leave some physical evidence. After taking several pictures, I brought it onto my back porch so it wouldn’t get rained on. It might contain some epithelials or something.
YIKES!!!!! You had intruders on your property and your first thought was about your plants???? Holy schmoly. I’m glad your plants are alright.
(I had to look up ‘epithelials’, by the way.)
That means you haven’t watched CSI. I know all about epithelials.
I can’t watch CSI because it makes me think of work. Our host company is CSI (Computer Services Inc). I deal with them enough; I don’t want to deal with them in the evening too!
Took the words right off my fingertips, Lauren – ‘cept for the epithelial part…Good grief, Brad!
Did you check up any of your trees? I hear drunk people like to climb trees.
I would think you would want it to rain on the epithelials…won’t they grow better that way.
(I like your story. “I went to the bathroom, because that’s what I always do in the middle of the night.” “I thought to myself: Yikes! Did they step on any plants?”…I laughed out loud when I read those lines…but seriously, get a gun of your own)
…or some really, really deadly plants.
Brad undoubtedly already has a gun, Peggy. One of the very, very, very few things about Brad to be concerned/worried/aggrevated about, I’d say.
Well, welcome to Bawlmer City livin’ then. Do you also stand under the helicopter spotlights when they fly over looking for felons and do a few steps from “Putting on the Ritz”? (Why is ‘Young Frankenstein’ playing in my head now?)