The sounds and smells of an October night
Oct 1st, 2009 by admin
Last night, I stepped outside to heavy scent of Axe Bodywash. I froze in
shock when I heard the soft grunting coming from the bushes. I backed
slowly towards the door and then turned and quickly ran into the studio.
When I told JD about the strange noises outside, he ran for the shotgun
and the earplugs. I grabbed the spotlight and we cautiously stalked
outside.
At a party last month, our neighbor had ominously announced, “The Hogs
have arrived…The Smiths have already taken out 16 of them. So if ya see
one, shoot it!” Wild boars are bad news. The most frightening thing is
that they will actually attack with a lot of mass. We aren’t planning to
shoot any ourselves, but we wanted to be armed, to scare them off.
We carefully walked the perimeter while spotlighting the landscape. It
was quiet. There was no grunting and there were no glowing eyes reflected
from my big light.
We got in the car and drove around a bit, spotlighting, but we could find
no wildlife. The area was secure.
When we went back inside, I was totally frazzled and kept straining my
ears to listen for any more strange noises.
I heard something.
I walked outside. “Meow…meow…meow” It was coming from the same
bushes as my phantom hog. “What the…?” A LARGE orange cat, came
bouncing out of the bushes, meowing gleefully.
So, what does this mean? Do we have wild boar terrorizing our yard, or do
we have something more terrifying?
The worlds first were-cat-pig…? Or maybe a giant tomcat with allergies?
Who knows?
Now, you may be wondering why the patio smelled of Axe Bodywash? We spent
the evening trying to make push molds for a part by taking commercially
available products and altering (heat, hammer, etc.) to fit our piece.
We’ve been melting tampons, glue stick containers, and even part of a
Styptic pencil (used for stopping blood loss). The Axe container needed
to be emptied and modified, so we emptied the contents of the small
container and then hammered to the mold. Thus, hours after application,
the outdoors was still coated with a fine layer of teen boy scent.
