Last night the little creatures that have been lurking about the house returned to try to kill me. After the first incident I decided to get prepared. I borrowed my friend Jim's .22 caliber automatic pistol and put it under my pillow. At three o'clock I still hadn't gone to sleep because of the hard lump under my pillow, and it was a good thing. Two of the little fiends appeared in my doorway holding what appeared to be long sticks with a couple lengths of rope running from end to end. As soon as I saw them I started firing wildly and tore up the wall and doorway but finally hit one in the leg and they both ran off squeaking. In the morning I checked the carpet where they were to check for blood, and I found a trail of light tan stains leading out of the back door.
THIS is a collection of Journals I kept, starting in 1972. I am adding entries here as I find the old journals and type them.
(Please Note: This is in "Blog" format, so to read journals in chronological order, start at the bottom, with the oldest post first, and read upward.)