Chillin' like a Villian...

because...well...he was...a man that is, that robbed a bank and sought refuge in our amazon of a jungle backyard!! Friday morning, much to everyone's surprise...cops came trampling through the backyard! That's right...through the back gate that has the lock on the outside so any crazy can go back there, including the "mystery" tp-ers...around the ping-pong table that is warped beyond belief from the 4 feet of snow that once rested atop it, but that's okay because now we can play the wonderful game of dundadun EXTREME PING!...up the pine-needle laiden pathway...past the amazing gazebo you can see from the street that now has a workable light inside so you can see the wonderfulness of nature during the darkest of nights...past "the oldest pine trees in Reno"...up towards the ridiculous corn fields that for some reason grow back there...up to the sandy lot that now is eye level with the second floor of the enormous house that is currently being built next door! So yes, they walked past the back kitchen windows several times...we watched from the back door window and then ran and watched through Laurie's bedroom windows until I finally managed to open the back door...it's a sticky little bugger! Heather (not me...the new addition to this household) speaks "Excuse me...excuse me...is there something going on here?!?" And that's when he told us the situation at hand. Yes...a man, after robbing a bank decided that our backyard would be the perfect hideout...no one could possibly find him back there...unless of course he was followed by the police officers chasing him...which was in fact the case. I'm not sure what his thought process was at the time...but really...if I robbed a bank and was running from the law...first, I wouldn't think to run and hide in the 155 college drive backyard...second, there's really no where to go unless you want to plummet to your death by jumping off the rock wall down to the sidewalk on Sierra Street...and third, I'd hide under the ping-pong table covered with the enormous yellow tarp, because you know no one would look under there, because who would really hide under a ping-pong table!! THEN...as I went to close the screen door that had been opened by the perpetrator to the back door that he had tried to enter and since the conversation with the cop had come to an abrupt end...another cop informed us that a sidearm was missing...A WHAT?!?...a G-U-N...and if we find it we are NOT to touch it...but call 911!! Yeah...it's a true story! I think I might just have to relive the campout in the backyard from last year EVERY night so I don't miss whatever other excitement might decide to run, wander, and hide in the BaCkYaRd! And people wonder why I fear walking in the dark by myself...because oddities like this happen!!! THAT'S WHY!