Saturday, July 20, 2013
I could hear cats hissing and spitting at each other out in the alley, so I switched on the porch lights and went charging after them with the only thing I could quickly find to cause a ruckus more dramatic than the one they were creating: a ten foot long bamboo pole. I whacked at the laurel, sending cats scattering. (I was thankful for the relative darkness.)
Warning! Crazy lady charging through the July night brandishing a long bamboo spear!
In my rush to break up the fight, I brushed up against the overgrown collard "trees" in my garden, and when I came back into the yard, the air smelled pungently and heavily of brassica, like someone had just overcooked a brimming cauldron of broccoli.
(I really must stop having these exciting Saturday evenings.)
I looked just like this (minus the water, plus it was dark):