Last night, my husband and I were abruptly woken up by a very loud gun shot. It’s 2:15. Jason jumped up out of bed and is standing by the dresser. His defense is always fight, mine is always freeze. Something terrible was happening. By the time he jumps up, 4 more shots are fired and in our drowsy slumber, we realize that they are super close, like in our room. My heart is pounding so fast, my brain is groggy and cannot process any of the information to be useful. I expect Jason to fall over any second from being hit. By the sixth one, we look up and realize that the shots are actually just a foil star helium balloon hitting our fan blades repeatedly. Yes, you know the sound. When a foil balloon has lost approximately half of it’s floatation powers and you slap it in-between both of your hands and it is super loud. That was the gunshots. Jason grabbed it and killed it quickly (poor VBS balloon-it lived a nice life, not always full, but mostly loved). Jason collapses on the bed, feeling like he’s going to throw up from the adrenaline rush. I am still in bed, sitting straight up, wired from the action. Whew! Hahahaha I’m really surprised that none of the kids woke up. Thankful, but surprised.
One of the weirdest parts of all, however, was that before Jason went to bed, he checked on the kids and specifically noticed the balloon in their room and on their floor. When he left the room, he almost closed the door completely. I guess it was left open wide enough for the balloon to get through. It moved across the room (dodging toys and furniture), turned around a corner, moved through a small door opening, turned right, turned right again and moved through another door opening, then rose from the ground to the fan and somehow clung on to it, allowing the fan blade to hit it repeatedly until it was stopped. That’s one creepy balloon, but I’ll take it over gun shots any day. Have you ever woken up in the middle of the night to something you thought was an intruder?