Massage Therapy  with Dee Hiatt, 
Night Visitor
Spring, 2001
I was having a tough night sleeping. I came downstairs to read so as not to bother my husband, George. I was finally about to fall asleep on the couch when I heard odd, small noises from upstairs. Oh, George is getting up to go to the bathroom. Nope. Maybe it’s the wind. Doesn’t sound right. There it is again and again. Strange. Darn. I better go check.

Just as I reached the top of the stairs, George popped the bedroom door open and said excitedly, “You won’t believe what has been in the bedroom!” George had gotten up to go to the bathroom. He paused before the slightly opened window, pulled the mini-blind back a trifle, and peered outside to check the March snow. Something dark rushed past him.

He thought it was a large mouse (or a rat???) He turned on the light, couldn’t find anything and then there it was, a bird. It started to fly around. George shut the doors to the room and the closet, opened the window wider and tried to show the bird the way outside.

Now why would the bird want to go back out into the cold and dark? In desperation, George grabbed a pair of underpants and managed to trap the bird in them. He tossed it out the window where it sat stunned in the snow on the sunroom porch roof.

You just never know who is going to drop in. It helps to be prepared even if all you have is a pair of underpants.
© 2004, Dee Hiatt
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