AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!

[phosfate]

So, crappy night. The bus ticket thing ate my 30-day pass. The driver helpfully told me to "Call the office." I'm nearly run over by another bus when I'm in the crosswalk. So I'm now Queen of Sullen and really not in the mood for anything except maybe a limesicle and some Pokemon White (no offense). I walk up the drive to the back door, and something catches my eye and I look up and there's some kind of GIANT FUCKING REDPANDA HELLCAT THING --


"S'up."

--sitting in the robins' old nest on top of the lamp. Which I haven't cleaned out because the robins may come back and need a place to crash, and I have no problem with them as long as they don't go for the eyes. Which sometimes they do but I've learned to keep the storm door between me and them when I have to take the garbage out. ANYWAY, it's an owl.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHoh I'm so sorry," I said. "Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. Hi."
It looked at me.
"How's it going? I live here. Well, inside. It's nice to see you."
It turned its head, and delicately barfed up what appeared to be a very large Milk Dud.
"Thanks for that. Anyway, I hope I didn't scare you. What, did you eat something and now you're digesting, or...?"
It looked back at me.
"None of my business, really." I pulled out my phone, slowly. "I don't know much about owls. I'm just gonna take your picture if that's okay. Thanks. Stay as long as you like. I'm going in now."
It looked at me more.
"I'm Ann, by the way." I opened the door.
Apparently owls do not like doors, and it flew off toward Edie's house.
"Aw, goddammit!"
Disappointed, I stumble in with my bag and phone and giant-ass parka, and the phone's ringing. "Cock! Cock! Cock! Hello?"
"Hi! This is Congressman Jeff Fortenberry, and I'd like to invite you to a telephone Town Hall Meeting--"
"GET BENT, FORTENBERRY!"
But it was only a recording.
I hope the owl comes back.

Comments

[aberrant1.livejournal.com]

Yay, screech owl! I NEVER see those out in daylight.

They make some of the creepiest sounds ever, so if it sounds like alien ghosts are invading your backyard, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but it's probably just the owl.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

I think I've heard him (or his cousins) in the neighbors' pine trees. If it's the same one, his name is actualy "Shut up you fucker it's Saturday morning shut up shut up shut up."

[aberrant1.livejournal.com]

Hard to tell, it's a very common name among owls. Kind of like Smith.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

I also didn't know they came in red. He's like Fashion Owl.