Armed and dangerous

There's never a dull moment at our house.

Last night, the Farmer and I were getting ready for bed when the Farmer's brother called and said there was a fugitive (not Harrison Ford, darn it) on the loose in our area and the police said he was armed and dangerous.

Apparently, earlier in the day, police in Cedar Rapids had attempted to arrest a guy for armed robbery. He got away. To make a long story short, he stole a mini van, then a pickup truck and they found the pickup truck wrecked in a ditch just a few miles away from our house, so they figured the guy was still running around in the area.

Thank doG I'd already taken the dogs out for their bedtime pee. I didn't want to go outside in the dark again!

We locked up the house and went to bed. Of course, it was the first night in what seems like six months that it was cool enough to have the AC off and all the windows open. Phoenix and Jamie were patrolling the windows and growling at every little thing that moved — cats, raccoons, skunks, possums, owls . . . good grief, do you know how many nocturnal critters go parading around our house at night?

But no armed and dangerous fugitive presented himself.

Unless he's hiding in the hay loft of the barn.