BLOG: Who Is the Intruder and Can I Defend Myself?
It’s very early morning. I roll to my side opposite of the window to escape the sun coming up over the horizon. My body is craving more sleep. I start to doze off again when I hear a loud noise. I tell myself it must be my husband getting ready for work.
My eyes spring open! My husband isn’t home. He is away on business. What could’ve made that noise?!
I try to calm myself by picturing something falling from the shelf in a closet where someone was rushing to put it away. A few minutes go by and I don’t hear the noise. I chalk it up to a mystery noise and pull the sheet over my head.
Wait! There it is again and it’s louder. I can clearly tell it is coming from the main level of our home. I look at the clock and see it is 5:45AM. I try to tell myself that home invasions happen in the middle of the night. No one would try to break in when a car could be passing by to go to work. Or would they?!
I hear it again and I can tell it is coming from the back of our house. No one would see a burglar in our back yard. I tip toe out of my bed and step on our dog. She looks up at me and rolls back over. The dog that barks when a butterfly flies by our house is sleeping. What is going on?!
The noise continues and it gets louder. It is definitely something or someone banging on our glass French doors or one of our windows. I can’t find my glasses. I don’t have time to put contacts in. I do find our long wooden back massager that rolls over your skin. This could definitely be used in defense if needed. I sneak down the stairs in stealth mode.
The banging is getting louder. I know I am getting closer to the spot. My heart is racing. Why don’t I call someone?! 911 even?!
I turn at the bottom of the stairs and look to the back of our home. Yes! There is something dark at the bay window in the dining nook of our kitchen. Without my glasses it is hard to make out. It would have to be someone at least six feet tall to reach up to that window. Okay, maybe this back massager isn’t going to be enough.
That’s when I see a flash of red come at the window and then bang! Whatever was hitting the window was red. I tell myself that I can do this. I can get closer. I move slowly towards the window, my hands still shaky, my heart still racing and my eyes squinting.
As I get to the end of the hall way, I see the offender even through blurry eyes. I had to rub them a bit to be sure but there at my window, as tall as two window panes, was the largest woodpecker I had ever seen. A WOODPECKER!!
I guess my back massager could’ve taken him out after all!
Have you ever had a scare like mine where thankfully it ended up being harmless?