Written
on 10/24/2011 Courtesy of Jessica Walton
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
out” 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.
