I should have known something would happen this morning on our walk. I should have seen the signs. We had a full moon tonight, plus it was an orangish red color. I think that is what some call Blood on the Moon. Full moon and weird color must mean something. Mitch said that he thought it meant a storm was coming. I now think it meant weirdo coming.
Our predawn walk started off normally, dogs sniffing the air and scanning the dark looking for something to charge after to see if I will be the boat anchor dragging behind them. I’m always on guard for any possible intruder in the dark just to make sure I don’t become a casualty of the charge. As we came over the top of the hill a bluish light shining at the top of one the utility poles caught my eye. There has never been a light there before. I looked around turning a complete circle looking for the source of the light but saw nothing or no one in the shadows. The light went out then came back on causing me to look around again looking for the source. No luck.
I considered all of the possible solutions to this and came up with three possible answers. Option A – some creep hiding in the dark trying to scare me. Option B – an extraterrestrial from some other world making first contact on earth. Option C – a great big honkin’ lightening bug. As much as I believe that there is intelligent life out there in the universe, I really don’t think that ET would make first contact with a woman and three dogs in the Midwest. All I could offer him would be directions to someone who could help him. And even though I believe that we have worked extra hard at screwing up our planet, I just don’t think that I saw a great big honkin’ lightening bug. That leaves the only logical explanation for the light. Some creep hiding in the dark trying to be cute.
If he is trying to scare me, guess what? It didn’t work. But I can tell the little creep this; if he does it again and I figure out where he’s hiding, I might just let the dogs off the leash. I really don’t have time for this in the mornings.