Fla Flash
09-10-2002, 10:25 PM
Okay, so I get home yesterday, walk in, feed cats (if I don't, they'll probably chew on me) and look in the sink. I notice two of my tablespoons (the only real nice ones I have) are bent.
Now this past weekend, one of my neighbors went um, "over the edge" shall we say. Anyone who's read my Xanga post knows what happened, but for those of you who didn't, here goes.
Guy was walkin around all weekend claiming that someone was stalking him. Uh-huh. Anyway, end result, he stays in my little computer office in the back and nearly trashed my spare Cyrix 200, broke a half a dozen CD's and knocked the rest of 'em down. Three hours to clean up the mess.
So I pick up the spoons. Burn marks underneath 'em.
I guess we know what kind of demons were stalking him. I'm upset now.
The bastard has my spare bike. So what happens?
The chain breaks on mine.
"No problem," another neighbor says, "you can use this one."
"Cool."
I go home last night, no probs, watching the football game and hear some meowing out at the cat's food dish.
There sat a racoon about 3 1/2 feet long and (in a four footed position) two feet high. He's a beaut.
I figure he weighs about fifty, maybe sixty pounds. He's usin' them little raccoon hands to pick up the catfood and eat it. I'm talking to him through the screen door, and he's chattering back at me.Cool.
He then makes a move for the treats I put out for the cats.
Not cool.
Blackie's kittens were down there. She jumps in front of them and hisses at him.
The coon, despite his size, it cautious.
I yelled. He did take off. Man, somethin' that size....
Still, you don't screw with something's kids.
Just a little rant....<img src=smilies/headshake.gif>
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More coffee!.</P>
Now this past weekend, one of my neighbors went um, "over the edge" shall we say. Anyone who's read my Xanga post knows what happened, but for those of you who didn't, here goes.
Guy was walkin around all weekend claiming that someone was stalking him. Uh-huh. Anyway, end result, he stays in my little computer office in the back and nearly trashed my spare Cyrix 200, broke a half a dozen CD's and knocked the rest of 'em down. Three hours to clean up the mess.
So I pick up the spoons. Burn marks underneath 'em.
I guess we know what kind of demons were stalking him. I'm upset now.
The bastard has my spare bike. So what happens?
The chain breaks on mine.
"No problem," another neighbor says, "you can use this one."
"Cool."
I go home last night, no probs, watching the football game and hear some meowing out at the cat's food dish.
There sat a racoon about 3 1/2 feet long and (in a four footed position) two feet high. He's a beaut.
I figure he weighs about fifty, maybe sixty pounds. He's usin' them little raccoon hands to pick up the catfood and eat it. I'm talking to him through the screen door, and he's chattering back at me.Cool.
He then makes a move for the treats I put out for the cats.
Not cool.
Blackie's kittens were down there. She jumps in front of them and hisses at him.
The coon, despite his size, it cautious.
I yelled. He did take off. Man, somethin' that size....
Still, you don't screw with something's kids.
Just a little rant....<img src=smilies/headshake.gif>
<P ID="signature"><img src=http://thegallery.vimm.net/f3.gif>
More coffee!.</P>