While composing my weekly post for Speculative Faith, I heard sirens outside my house. I listened, thinking they might be on the next street over, just through the brush of our dead-end street, but they weren't going away. Then one of my older kids announced that there was "an ambulance" in front of our house.
There were, to be exact, three police vehicles, and an unknown car in the ditch beside our van. The police were busy combing the backyard of our neighbor across the street (really just a gravel driveway, here).
With Daddy out of town, and bedtime approaching, the kids and I locked the doors and watched through the shades.
Apparently, some personage of dubious character sought to flee the local constabulary down our street, obviously thinking it a thru-way. (First tactical error.) After running his car into the ditch, he fled through the neighbor's backyard, tempted by the utter darkness beyond. (Second tactical error.)
Behind the neighbor's yard lies ... a huge blackberry patch, the source of those 14+ gallons Troy and the kids picked back in May and June.
The suspect had escaped shirtless and shoeless.
NOT pleasant. :-)
Needless to say, when the police brought in their very large German shepherd, he was caught in very short order.
I'd planned to watch a movie tonight, but by the time the kids settled enough to sleep, it was too late. And really, who needs a movie when real life is so entertaining?