Too Much Blood

After I, Crumby took that picture located south of here, of the rings around Uranus*, I mean Saturn, last night, I was purty excited, but eventually the Goddess called me to her bosom and I went into repose, thereon. So I was sleeping soundly this morning in the wee hours when all of a sudden voices of humans occurred to me in the very place I was reposed and I began to wake up. I opened my eyes then and espied the outline of a feller (for it was still dark) standin' at the foot of the very bed where several of us are disposed to repose. But I was purty groggy so what I did was get up out of the bed and roar a challenge at this feller who had interrupted my repose. Then there was a great deal of words said by the Goddess of Reality Checks (GRC) along the lines of get out, get out and how did ye get in here and the feller intruder said somethin' like "I need help, I won't hurt you" and then we somehow had this feller out the front door and that was that.

Notice here that the dogs did nothin' at all, not even bark once. In fact, the old one (much like me) never really woke up until the police showed up eventually a while later. A short time after we got this feller out of the house I started to wake up some and while the GRC was hollerin' about what number to call to get the police I started detectin' around and noticed there was blood everywhere, too much blood. Where was all this blood, you might reasonably ask? Easy that, there was blood on the bed top sheet, there was blood on one of the dog beds, there was blood in the hall and on the walls, and in the living room where we had ushered the feller out the front door. There was blood there too. Too much blood. Later, I also detected too much blood on my nightshirt where too much blood soaked through and got on my arm. As soon as I saw that blood on my arm, I washed it all off with soap and hot water, because by then I was wide awake and figured I might get Aids if I didn't wash my arm good.

As noted above the police did turn up and that's when the dogs went into action so I had to corral them before we could parley with the police and tell them what we knew and they could tell us what they knew. The policeman that did most of the parleyin' was, Praise the Goddess, a young Irishman, and naturally voluble, as is common among our Goidelic cousins. So much information was shared, to and fro. Some of this shared information, delivered in the course of two police visits was that our particular intruder had been in a domestic quarrel and had stabbed his wife and also himself, maybe. That would account for, too much blood. Also, this particular intruder had been runnin' around all over the place tryin' to get someone to help him, but at the same time runnin' away from the police. He (the intruder)had been loose in this fashion for maybe an hour and a half before the police, assisted by a police dog, tracked him down and arrested him 10 or 12 houses away south of this location.

But getting back to my detectin' work, what I did was discover first that the intruder had got in through the back door which I had forgot to lock on account of telescope Tomfoolery. Remember, I had been out in the backyard lookin' at Saturn. Then after I lugged that big old telescope back in the house, I forgot to lock the door. There was blood all over and around that door, too much blood. Then I said to myself,

Crumby, ye need to paterole** the perimeter to see where that intruder got in!

So that's what I did and I found lotsa evidence of intruder ingress, some of which is presented just to the east of this spell. The photograph shows blood on the fence, too much blood.

Now, what do I, the Crumby Ovate think about all this? Well, these are my thoughts.

1) I didn't remember I had a gun in the nightstand next to the bed until way long after the intruder was gone. Instead of getting the gun out, I jumped up and growled.

2) The dogs didn't even bark.

3) Ye have to be awake and thinkin' before ye take rational action. This applies to both me and these dogs.

4) Sure the WG loves us and likes to pay extra attention, to us, but She needs to be a little more reserved in Her affection this time of year. She makes too many situations annoyin', fer me, during the moons of the Reed and Elder.

5) My nightshirt, a nice Stuart tartan, had to be thrown out.

6) The GRC is makin' me mop the floors, agin.

7) We started cleanin' up the blood before we realized it might be evidence, but the policeman said it was OK to clean up the blood, and that if it was his house, he'd clean up the blood, himself.

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* Glen Rose on the Saturn photo
** Walk the fenceline.