Thursday, June 22, 2006

Scary situation at four am took place today. I was asleep. Well, I was asleep as one can be at 4 in the morning with a baby and those god damned morning lark birds or what ever the hell they are called starting their annoying chirping as the sun slowly begins to rise like a teenager with a snooze alarm. Oh yeah, and the fact that it was 72 degrees outside BEFORE the sun was even in the sky should tell you what type of sleep I was getting. Still I was not prepared for the jolt of adrenaline that I got at 435.

Having been woken up for some unknown reason I rolled over and squinted at the clock. 435. I closed my eyes and thought to myself, “OK, the alarm goes off in 2 hours and then your interview in the plains at 10.” It was hot, I was tossing and my brain began to wander a bit. I couldn’t sleep though. It was just a weird sense of being watched. I didn’t like the feeling.

I opened my eyes.

There was a man standing above my bed.

He was naked.

Time slows down when you are terrified. I have learned this lesson the hard way more times then I care to remember or even mention for that matter. But in the two split seconds that go by you are you start awake, a person can think a million things, from rational to delusional.

In my two seconds here is what I thought:

“There is a naked man standing above me. How the hell did he get into my house? Where is Nut? This man is going to rape me. He is going to kill me. I have to get out of here. I need to fight this motherfucker out of my house. I need to get nut to safety. Why is Nut being quiet? Did he hurt nut? Go for the balls, hit him hard. Where is Nut? I am going to kill the fucker if he touched Nut. He can take anything from the house. Leave us alone. Hit his balls first then his knees. His jaw is vulnerable after that. You have more strength in your legs, go for the kicking. Run like hell. Don’t worry about clothes, grab nut and go. Fight fight fight.”

Two seconds is all it took. Now let’s do a reality check before I tell you what happened. I am barely over 5 feet tall. This guy is six feet or so. I can try to defend myself but if something going to happen then more then likely I am going to be on the losing side. I am a little girl. (Oh how sexist of me). All I really have going for me is that I have been referred to by my friends as a spit fire and I know how to take care of myself with self defense but that is in other situations. Here I am laying in bed with a naked man over me! What are my chances of succeeding?

But I do have a voice, and a loud one. I can scream. Loudly. And let’s face it folks, it’s a fight or flight situation here. You either run like hell or you fight like hell. Statistically speaking, usually if you fight, people give up and leave you alone. So fight or flight? Which one was I going to take?

Before I could even begin to move to fight the man spoke:

“Honey! I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you! Nutter was fussing and I went to feed him! Are you ok??”

It was Bear all along.

I almost wet the bed with relief.

In reality, could I have taken him if need be? No, but as I said to Nut when he was born, I would die trying to protect him.

posted by Nut's mom at 4:06 PM

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