aromatwitch

I didn't sleep very well after my vandal sandal episode. I woke several times with inexplicable twitching. My thumb seem to take the brunt of it.

I descended to find a group of people in our living room. We never had people, unless it was family over the holidays.

"Who are these people," I asked my mother in the kitchen while she was preparing coffee.
"They're neighbors and were meeting to discuss the rat problem."
" Are we expecting Joe Pesci?" I always expected I might find myself in a kind of sting situation. In fact, my eyes were stinging and burning all night.
"Whose Joe Pesci?"
"Never mind"
"We're organizing a petition to bring to the mayor about the rats at the corner bus stop," she said.
"What happened to my mother? Bring her back," I said.
"Can you vacuum when we leave; we're off canvassing after our meeting," she said stoked.

An hour later they left. I pulled out the vacuum. The crutchess was on her way over. After about a minute of vacuuming, it was like shop and awe all over again. Paranoia led me to layer myself: first with a scarf, then a winter hat, then a ski mask, and finally gloves. I continued vacuuming.

The doorbell rang. It was the Crutchess.
"Were they out of burqas at the mall? she asked.
I pulled off the mask.
"What's with the marks on your face; you look like a linebacker," she added.
I hadn't noticed them. But then I took a look in the mirror.
I could be playing for the Grey Cup.
I told the Crutchess all about shop and awe.