Kelsea got home late-ish last night and had left something in the truck.
“Will you go get it for me, Mom?”
“No, why? Are you scared?”
“No, but there was something in the yard when I came in. I couldn’t tell if it was a deer or a coyote.”
“They’re not exactly the same size, you know.”
“Whatever it was, it was scary. I don’t want to go. Because I’m lazy.”
“Well, then I guess it will wait until morning.”
<Pause>
“Can I take my sword?”
“Yes.”
“REALLY?”
“Of course.”
“What if I get arrested for carrying a sword?”
“I don’t think that’s going to happen. Just don’t…poke anything with it.”
“Okay.”
Armed with flashlight and sword, she starts out into the night.
And is back in five seconds.
“There are like three deer out there, just sitting in the yard, looking at me. Come see.”
Curiosity gets the best of me and I come out in pink fuzzy crocs and fuzzy heart-embellished white pajamas.
She shines the flashlight into the depths of the inky blackness.
There they are, just sitting.
The beam of the flashlight catches their eyes, which proceed to glow demoniacally.
“Cool. Do you want me to come with you to the truck?”
(After all, I’m already out here.)
“No, I’m fine.”
I head back inside.
She returns in short order, panting slightly.
“Oh my god, that was the scariest thing ever.”
“What?”
“You know that YouTube video of the Ninja Cat?”
(We while away a little time from time to time exploring humorous videos on You Tube.)
“Yes.”
“Well, I was coming back from the truck, and one of the deer got up and started coming towards me. I watched him in the light, you know, and he stopped. So I went a little towards the house and when I turned the light back, he was closer to me, you know, like he was closing the distance between us. So I kept going, and he did it again. And then he did it again. He was close enough that I could have…SPIT on him. It was terrifying!“
And she cuddled up and fell asleep on the couch next to me.
And so ends the tale of the Exploits of the Great Deerstalker. Or perhaps the Exploits of the Great Kelsea-Stalker.





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March 6, 2011 at 11:32 am
slpmartin
Such moments are keepers …they’ll warm the heart when needed.;-)
March 6, 2011 at 11:37 am
Seasweetie
Yes indeed, slp – I hope your day is good.
March 6, 2011 at 2:38 pm
TheIdiotSpeaketh
If Kelsea ever starts reading my blog, you have provided the greatest nickname for her……Deerstalker! Love it!
March 6, 2011 at 3:08 pm
Seasweetie
She’d love that!
March 6, 2011 at 9:42 pm
Expressmom
“Can I take my sword?”
Awesome! Best smile I’ve had all day!
March 6, 2011 at 9:57 pm
Seasweetie
Yea! I’m glad I made you smile!
March 6, 2011 at 10:56 pm
apieceofthepiehole
That is such a funny story. I can totally see one of my kids in 10 years running around with my kitchen knife (don’t own any swords) freaked out that the possum just chased them down as I tell them to go out an put the pool cover on before they go to bed.
March 7, 2011 at 6:55 am
Seasweetie
Possum! I remember saying to my Mom once in her later years, “Mother, don’t feed the possum!” and thinking that that wasn’t a phrase i had ever expected to utter. Glad you enjoyed our tale!