So, I decided to pull a prank on my landlord. Being a new tenant with no lease, this was pretty risky. But hey, I am unemployed and it seemed like a good idea at the time. "Impulse Heidi" strikes again.
I was in Michael's Craft store a while back (not at church where I should have been), and I came across a really nasty fake rat in the Halloween section. I bought it. I decided to trick Fig with it, but I didn't want to scare his wife or their guests, so I propped it next to his workshop door. Golden. heh heh heh... maybe it was a little cruel.
The next day, I noticed it was gone. Delighted, I sat out in the yard waiting for him to come work in the garden and see if he said anything. Ten minutes later he surfaced and told me all about tomatoe plants blah blah. No rat. Maybe it really was a bad move. Impatient, I asked him if he'd seen anything unusual lately.
He exclaimed, "YOU!! I knew it was YOU!" Then he demonstrated how he grabbed a two by four (actually picked it up!) and hit the rat. When it fell over, he "thought it was cold or something" so he hit it again. Figuring he killed it, he grabbed a bag to dispose of it. It was actually in the garbage can. He fished it out and has been using it to freak out his guests and even the neighbours. We contemplated getting the old guy across the street, but he's 83, so if he dies of a heart attack, there might be some legal remifications. We haven't ruled it out though.
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