HOUSE SITTING, AHHH!!!!

Captain's Log, Stardate 200707.24--(POST FROM 2007, PUBLISHED 2016)
This week Bill and I house-sat, (can you house-sat something? Is that past tense for house-sit?), my brother and sister-in law's house. Their home is hidden on a wooded acre lot which they bought for the property, so until they can do more, they're camping in a one-story rambler with hobo and black widow spider traps in all the sliding glass doors. The radon barometer in the basement is saying "green," but Bill and I aren't sure if that means "green" it's okay or "green" it's toxic air. We slept in the room with the radon reducer, just to keep an eye on it, and I saved Bill from certain death when he almost stepped on a gigantic black spider well-concealed in the white/gray carpet. House sitting can be a bit nerve racking.

Thursday morning, July 24th: Bill and I are sleeping like babies in the radon room, (hopefully not BECAUSE of the radon room), and we hear voices starting towards us from down the hall. Bill, the hero he is, jumps out of bed in his white pajamas to face the intruders. He bursts out of the room yelling "HELLO!!!???" with a shake in his voice, which is sure to scare them away. I stay in bed hoping that it would go away. Soon I hear Bill speaking softly to the strangers and he comes back in the room with a relieved smile. My brother had scheduled some cleaning people to come that morning, and forgot to tell us. Fortunately, Bill had come out swinging. They scared us as much as we scared them, so we apologized and moved around each other for the rest of the morning.

I was just proud of Bill for showing off his white pajamas.