So, last night I was sitting at the dining table, minding my own business when I heard this scrabbling sound outside. I figured it would go away pretty quickly, but ... it didn't.
Scrabble. Scrabble. Scrabble.
I used to be a big horror movie buff (until "Scream" scared me badly enough I stopped watching them), and I still watch shows on TV like "Criminal Minds". Add in the fact that I'm also an author, and you have one HECK of a vivid (and occasionally gory) imagination.
You've all heard that urban legend / campfire story about the kids up at Lovers Lane. For some reason, the boyfriend exits the car. After a bit, the girlfriend hears something brushing against the roof of the car. Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.
Turns out that some maniac killed the boyfriend and hung him upside down from a tree above the car and his fingers were brushing back and forth against the roof.
So, yeah... scrabbling noises were a little freaky, even though my logical self figured it for a critter. That's what the kids in all the horror films think, too, and look where it got THEM.
I sat there for a few moments... do I turn on the light outside to see what it is or not? Do I? Don't I?
Finally I can't stand it. I stand up, open the curtain and -- with my heart in my throat -- flip on the light.
I heaved a sigh about the time something dropped down right in front of the glass door, inches from my face.
Yes, yes I did scream. DD came running downstairs ("I thought you'd been stabbed." -- imagination runs in the family), the dog AND the cat both came over to see what was going on.
I'm still not entirely certain what kind of creature it was, though I'm leaning toward a baby gray squirrel (though what it was doing out at that time of night ... didn't its mother give it a curfew?), but it didn't exactly look like one. It was about the size of a chipmunk, gray fur and a fluffy but fairly short gray tail with big, dark eyes.
One of my online friends asked if it might be a pet chinchilla that got loose.
And, actually, that looks pretty close to what it looked like. But, how did it get up on my roof?
You Dream of a Luxurious Life
It's likely that you need a little more pampering and indulgence in your life. You need to be taken care of.
You'd love a day of luxury - where time and price didn't matter. You'd like to soak in some comfort.
You work hard, and you want to reward yourself with some treats. Life is too short to be too stingy.
You have good taste. You can't help it if you like nice things!
Yes, I would love a day of luxury...