Have you ever heard that piercing shrieking that comes from four women who have just seen the largest butterfly/moth/bat thing they’ve ever seen in their life?
Probably not. But had you been there the epically eventful night of October 21st, 2011, you would know exactly what that sounds like. It doesn’t all happen at once, mind you … It’s a domino effect. You think you’re brave at first and you just stare at it and kind of silently freak out as to not cause a scene, until that fateful moment where he rapidly descends toward your head only to fly back up and continue to the next innocent bystander. It is then that you hear the first squeal, followed by the second squeal, and the third squeal … Oh and then the forewarned, “You’re going to freak outâ€� that is mentioned to the extremely innocent bystander who has been in the bathroom, who then freaks out, as predicted.
So here we are, four women, screaming incessantly about a butterfly/moth/bat thing while our men are out enjoying a soda, of course. Well after we realize that our arch nemesis, the scary flying thing, is not intimidated by our commotion we then realize it’s time for plan B … continue screaming, half gasping, half laughing, and running for our bedroom. I’m pretty sure it was almost like human bowling pins as we tried to make sure that we weren’t followed by the villain.
Well we successfully made it to our bedroom unscathed, when we realized that we had left pocketbooks and water bottles out in the dining room. In the grand scheme of things, I’m sure we didn’t need these items at that very moment in life, but we were going to cheer on one of our own as they bravely faced the villain to retrieve our personal items …
“We believe in you,� we chanted.
Then … we realized that in the midst of our chaotic frenzied dash to safety, we had somehow locked ourselves in the back of the house. By this point in time we couldn’t help but be doubled over in laughter as we nearly cried at the predicament we had found ourselves in. We proceeded to bang on the door, praying for someone, anyone, to hear the screaming and the banging and to come let us out.
Then enters our knight; His name is Edward … he tossed that butterfly/moth/bat thing right outside as he told us through the locked door. Then after much more laughter and explanations we were able to convey to Edward our need to be let out of the back of the house.
So the moral of the story is … we almost died, but then with much ingenuity and the help of our Rwandan friend Edward we survived the attack and lived to tell the tale.
The End!
PS: This may or may not be a dramatic retelling, but all the events in this story are true.
