Tuesday, November 09, 2010

The Intruder (A true story)


How one young woman fended off an intruder with only the everyday tools of womanhood.


Yesterday evening as I opened the door to my hotel room (which was slightly ajar) and groped for the light switch, I noticed a dark shape lurking beneath the desk, across from my bed. I flipped on the light, and stood face-to face with The Intruder. Neither of us had expected to so abruptly meet the other, so there we were, motionless, assessing the situation and each other. I knew that it was a dangerous position for me to be in; a lone female in a room at the end of the hallway with this large, dark Intruder. My mind raced to try and think of a man I could call to help me but none was near. Woe is me, what I would have given to have a means of defending myself...!

But nay... there was no gun or tough brother to save me now. This was not Alaska. I was on my own. I breathed a prayer and grabbed the closest thing I could; my trusty curling iron. Again and again I tried to bludgeon him without seeming to make any difference. Each time I drew back he bounded to another side of the room, mocking me with his resilience to my petty efforts at driving him away. He toyed with me as I grew increasingly terrified.
A new plan of action was in order. Bolting into the bathroom, I groped for the only other thing I could think of for self-defense: my hairspray. Holding it like a pistol in front of me with more authority than I felt, I eased my way back into the room and faced the desk.
He was gone.
My eyes widened in horror as I glanced, frightened, around the room. Where would he had disappeared to so silently, so swiftly? Was he hiding under my bed now, or around some corner? Alas! I stood there helplessly, feeling infinitely vulnerable and beginning to shake with adrenaline and nerves. Again I prayed.
And then I saw him.
I rushed towards him and aimed for his dark, sinister eyes, spraying repeatedly until he groped blindly around the room, unable to see where he was or what I was doing anymore. Then, I threw the hairspray aside and grabbed another instrument of death: I grabbed a shoe. As he staggered and seemed to recover his bearings, I lifted the shoe like Eowyn, the White Lady of Rohan raising her glistening sword to destroy the evil witch king.
With a last primal cry of terror and desperation I brought my shoe down fully on his head. He staggered...fell...clutched and clawed at the air in a final attempt to grab me. But he and I both knew it: I had won.

I found an empty pantyhose box and scraped the twitching remains of my enemy into it, then brought him to the toilet and flushed his body down.


Exhausted from the battle, I stumbled back into the bedroom and sat on my bed, breathing a shaky sigh of relief. My hands were trembling and my heart was pounding. There before me was the evidence of the fight; the desk askew, an empty pantyhose box, a curling iron, a shoe and my hairspray.
I had battled. And I had won. I was a stronger woman because of it.


NOTE: The beast in the above picture is NOT the beast which I defeated. Mine was much larger and looked significantly more evil. Taking pictures during or after the battle was the farthest thing in my mind so I am stealing a picture from the internet to give you an idea of what his demise looked like.

12 comments:

  1. Bravo, my girl - you are a woman after my own heart and means of defense. Let us rally together against intruders to make the world a better place!!
    ;)

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  2. Oh. My. Goodness. My heart was racing for you! I hope you took his squashed remains to the front desk and asked for a thorough investigation! Crrrrrreeeeeepy!

    You go girl...I love the curling iron part!

    CSL

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  3. I laughed out loud at the end of this post. :-D It was fun.
    What was the intruder, anyway?

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  4. would you be offended if i said you were a freak? xoxoxo chica

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  5. Wow!! i totally get it...i had a run-in last night, while in my car, with a cricket. you are braver than i, though...i pulled over to a gas station and asked a nice man to rescue me and rid my car of the blasted thing:)you may have inspired me to blog about it:)

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  6. Kimberly! You did NOT stop at a gas station and get help for a cricket!! This is too funny girl. You're worse than I am. :) I would love to see a blog post of it. The brave knight-in-shining-armor who saved you from the dreadful beast of affliction in your car...

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  7. i meant to say geek........chica

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  8. This is Sophie and I'm too lazy too sign it! That's a pretty picture under "About me"! And...that's a big roach! Ewwww...I'm having goosebumps...eek! Also, I never asked to use your Tolkien quote on my blog. Sorry about that! May I? :) What are you doing in Texas?! I thought you were in MA!

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  9. Oh I just signed it and forgot to remove the first line. My...my!

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  10. Tuscany is a beautiful place! Hope to visit one day. I better start getting serious with my flyer miles then. Yep, we have to meet :) What are you up to nowadays? Haha, I should probably read your blog carefully!

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