It has been established that I live in a strange place the country. While I love it and have accepted it, there are still things that happen that are alarming. Take last Saturday night for example:
Sam and I were at the in-laws having a meal and a game of Trivial Pursuit, I'd had a couple glasses of wine, it was the weekend, everything was grand. I was in a comfortable place, with people I trust laughing and being merry. Then I had to go to the bathroom. The downstairs bathroom is through the utility room which is through the kitchen, and I always close the door to the utility room to keep the heat in. I used to always turn on the light because I'm a huge baby, but when I've had a drink and I'm feeling brave I leave it off and scoot through to the bathroom. This was where I made a very grave mistake on Saturday. I came out of the bathroom when I was finished, and was reaching for the door latch when I grabbed something strange. Something unusual. This:
Which was when I started and stumbled forward with my face buried into a "coat" which was actually this:
As I fumbled for the light switch, and when I finally turned it on found myself eye to eye with this:
Which was when my knees buckled and I stifled a scream of terror.
I'm from Texas y'all, I have accepted that people hunt, it doesn't even bother me that much anymore. And since being here I have seen my fair share of pheasants hanging out in people's utility rooms/kitchens/front porches. It was just the last thing I expected to put my face on on Saturday. Needless to say, Sam and his parents laughed at me.