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Sometimes, I really wonder about Loki and Roswell. Are they incredibly stupid? Or is there some horribly diabolical plan going on in their furry little heads and the outward signs of idiocy are covering up genius?
Tonight, they managed to trap me in the office for a good twenty minutes (and another forty was spent dismantling the doorknob thingy so that the door could be opened).
I'm still not sure how they did it.
DH and I have had problems with the door in the past - old lock mechanism that doesn't work with the newer brass knob, we're always very careful not to pull the door completely shut because it tends to stick and it usually takes two of us to pry it open again.
Somehow they ended up on one side of the door and I ended up on the other. And the door was firmly closed.
There was much cussing, believe me. Especially when I realized that both phones were somewhere in the rest of the house. So was the screwdriver set that DH left with me in case something needed repairing (yeah, right) in the house while he was gone.
I spent most of the twenty minutes working up the courage to attempt the crawl through the window. The very ewwy-web-covered-possible-home-of-eight-legged-monsters window. I thank my lucky stars for two things. One) I didn't actually see the spiders as I crawled through the first time, and Two ) that I was still wearing shorts and hadn't changed into my nightshirt the minute I got home as is my usual habit.
Can you imagine how unhappy I was upon discovering that even after I took out all the screws on the other side of the door knob, I was going to have to go back through the window to remove the screws on the office side before I'd be able to get the whole thing off?
There I was, standing behind the cottage, tool case in one hand and a stick in the other, debating the best way to insure that the three rather large spiders mocking me from the window pane didn't actually come into physical contact with any part of my body.
To say that there was screaming might be an understatement.
I think my reasoning was that if someone called the police about a possible break-in, I would be willing to live with the embarrassment if it meant someone else would be forced to crawl past the gauntlet of creepiness.
Unfortunately, I must have the most uncaring neighbors on the planet.
So, much screaming, hopping, ewwing, smashing and one near up-chuck later I was squeezing through the window for the second time in one evening.
Where I proceeded to dismantle the entire doorknob assembly and rip out the offending latchy part (rest in pieces, little bastard) before restoring the shiny brass knobs to their home.
And the cats were suspiciously absent the entire time. Also, most of my Sonic Coney-Dog disappeared. Coincidence? I think not.
Edited to add: Psss... in honor of Talk Like A Pirate Day (which I won't, because I can't), does anybody know where I can find the video for Girls Lie Too with the Capt'n Jack Sparrow look-a-like?
Tonight, they managed to trap me in the office for a good twenty minutes (and another forty was spent dismantling the doorknob thingy so that the door could be opened).
I'm still not sure how they did it.
DH and I have had problems with the door in the past - old lock mechanism that doesn't work with the newer brass knob, we're always very careful not to pull the door completely shut because it tends to stick and it usually takes two of us to pry it open again.
Somehow they ended up on one side of the door and I ended up on the other. And the door was firmly closed.
There was much cussing, believe me. Especially when I realized that both phones were somewhere in the rest of the house. So was the screwdriver set that DH left with me in case something needed repairing (yeah, right) in the house while he was gone.
I spent most of the twenty minutes working up the courage to attempt the crawl through the window. The very ewwy-web-covered-possible-home-of-eight-legged-monsters window. I thank my lucky stars for two things. One) I didn't actually see the spiders as I crawled through the first time, and Two ) that I was still wearing shorts and hadn't changed into my nightshirt the minute I got home as is my usual habit.
Can you imagine how unhappy I was upon discovering that even after I took out all the screws on the other side of the door knob, I was going to have to go back through the window to remove the screws on the office side before I'd be able to get the whole thing off?
There I was, standing behind the cottage, tool case in one hand and a stick in the other, debating the best way to insure that the three rather large spiders mocking me from the window pane didn't actually come into physical contact with any part of my body.
To say that there was screaming might be an understatement.
I think my reasoning was that if someone called the police about a possible break-in, I would be willing to live with the embarrassment if it meant someone else would be forced to crawl past the gauntlet of creepiness.
Unfortunately, I must have the most uncaring neighbors on the planet.
So, much screaming, hopping, ewwing, smashing and one near up-chuck later I was squeezing through the window for the second time in one evening.
Where I proceeded to dismantle the entire doorknob assembly and rip out the offending latchy part (rest in pieces, little bastard) before restoring the shiny brass knobs to their home.
And the cats were suspiciously absent the entire time. Also, most of my Sonic Coney-Dog disappeared. Coincidence? I think not.
Edited to add: Psss... in honor of Talk Like A Pirate Day (which I won't, because I can't), does anybody know where I can find the video for Girls Lie Too with the Capt'n Jack Sparrow look-a-like?
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