So, Friday night I started to hear weird creepy noises coming from my basement. I’ve lived in this house long enough to know what sounds it makes. It sounded a lot like when my cats are screwing around in the rafters or whatever. Well, ever since the basement flooded -.- I haven’t let the cats go down in the basement. And anyways, I was staring right at them sleeping perfectly fine while the noises continued. I deduced that most likely it was a crazed mass murderer. The crazed mass murderer was there all weekend, and then on Sunday night I had to do laundry.
I was still very sure that it was, in fact, murderer, so I grabbed a knife, and called my mom on the phone and bravely ventured into the basement. I saw nothing! I inspected a little bit (just a little bit) but there weren’t any Mike Meyers chillin, so I guessed it was safe. I started my laundry and saw this weird brown splotch on the dryer. I wasn’t fer sure, but I was pretty certain it hadn’t been there last time I did laundry. But I didn’t think much of it. Later that night I went back to get my clothes out of the dryer, I got to the bottom stair when I saw it. It was this little brownish black thing, sitting on the old sump pump parts. At first I wasn’t sure what it was, all I could think was, “That hasn’t been there before… I’m pretty positive that was never there before”. And then it started to move. It turned it’s creepy little head, and I wasn’t about to wait for it to look at me. I ran back upstairs screaming and called my mom back.
There was an owl in my basement.
She called the animal control emergency hotline and they were shocked to hear there was an owl in my basement. A real owl! He asked if it hooted. It did not. Well, anyways, animal control doesn’t actually care if you have an emergency. They said someone would be out in the morning to get the owl. We weren’t allowed to hurt it because owls are protected by federal law. So, I spent one more sleepless night in my house, the light on, freaking out about the owl.
Come morning, no animal control people were there. At this point Mykul and I had christened the owl DS (dipshit) and I talked to him throughout the day, telling him to wake up and get out, things of this nature. I really needed my clothes out of the dryer, what with it being Valentine’s Day and me having a hot date, but DS was hoarding them down there. I asked my grandpa to come down and get them out of the dryer but of course, he has to go flouncing in and mess up everything. We actually got someone from animal control to answer our SOS. Dave the Owl Guy was coming at seven. But there went my grandpa, investigating. And like an idiot, I went down with him.
I did manage to save my clothes, but I kind of wanted to see (but not really see) the owl. We looked for ten minutes but couldn’t find it. However, he did confirm that the brown splotch was owl poop -_- We’d almost given up our search when suddenly… IT SWOOPED RIGHT AT MY FACE! Again I went screaming upstairs, and a couple minutes later my grandpa came up with DS. And DS was very much dead.
That was my weekend.