Tonight while watching Homeland, a few of the local police descended on my back yard with flashlights….freaking me the eff out.
I cautiously opened the back door and asked what was going on.
Police: “Sir, have you seen anything strange tonight. Your neighbors reported that a black was wandering through the neighborhood.”
Me: (thinking, did you really just say that?) “I’m sorry, what?”
Police: “A male black with a red sweatshirt knocked on your neighbors door and asked for a loaf of bread. We followed his footprints (in the snow) into your backyard.”
Me: (you know, terrified) “Umm…no… I haven’t seen anything like that. Those are actually probably my footprints. I have dogs that I walk out there.”
Police: “Well, check all your doors and windows and make sure they’re locked.”
Me: “Uh…ok. Thanks officer. Have a good night.”
They wandered off and I went to get a Slurpee and figured that I needed to be prepared in case the suspect tried to come back to my house and finish what he started at the neighbors. So I picked up this little surprise and left it out front just in case.