We never know what a day will bring
This morning (Saturday) I woke up without my usual bounce. I thought, “Oh, this is going to be one of those sleepy days.”
Well, I became wide awake soon enough when I heard an intruder in my house. Someone or something was knocking down things. I could hear glass breaking. I was working in my office when I heard all this bedlam, and my hair stood on end.
I bravely went to take a peek and saw a black animal. A wild animal. It was much bigger than a squirrel. It ran away, and I ran away.
I couldn’t imagine how it got in. Then I saw a screen partly knocked out.
I called the police. Two of the nicest policemen came out, but couldn’t find the intruder. The police came to my house three times. The third time there were three policemen, and they did locate the visitor in my very tiny laundry room. Try as they may, they couldn’t reach the animal.
Then the nice policemen took it upon themselves to call up pest control people about coming out with a live trap. All the pest control people here in Fairfield were closed on a Saturday afternoon. One of the policemen knew a man who frequently had helped people out with live traps. The policeman called this man with the traps, who, it turned out, would be home at 6 p.m. The policeman said he would call the trap guy at 6.
True to his word, Rusty (we were on a first name basis by then) called the trap guy. He then went out to the man’s house, picked up the live trap, drove to my house, put pieces of apple inside the trap, set the trap outside the laundry room, opened up the laundry room door, and went home to have supper. Rusty told me to call him as soon as I heard the trap click, and he would return to pick up the trap and let the critter out somewhere far away.
You realize that now Rusty was working on his own time and was wearing a tee-shirt and slacks. In fact, in my wry way, I said to him: “Where’s your badge?”
Where in the world would a police department give such incredible service? Only in Fairfield, I think.
Lauren said that even homicides in Chicago wouldn’t rate such service. She thought that only the mayor of Chicago would get such attention. She called me a schmayor.
Backtracking now, while Rusty and the other policemen were trying to track down the animal — oh, which, by the way, they discovered was a young harmless woodchuck — they searched thoroughly through my apartment and Lauren’s apartment and came across two guns in my daughter’s closet that her former husband had left behind! One is a Smith & Wesson 41. The other is a Ruger Black Hawk 45.
At that time, the policemen had made sure the guns were unloaded. They were. The policemen brought them out and showed me how to open the guns to see that they were unloaded. The policemen twirled the cartridges around like pros. It was surreal.
Incidentally, Rusty is interested in buying the guns for his collection.
Not only that, Rusty is looking to buy a house! It is too much to expect that he will want to buy this one, but holy moly, who knows!
Meanwhile, I’m typing away in my office, and the woodchuck hasn’t made a move into the trap.
This morning - Sunday –Chucky has still evaded the trap.
Godwriting is a blog by Gloria Wendroff and is about Gloria's daily life as the Godwriter of the Heavenletters project that is having a profound effect on the lives of people around the world.
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