In honor of our cat, whose hunting and stalking skills we find to be hilarious, Dillon and I tried our own hands at it. This is what happened:
I think we did pretty well.
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In keeping with the day's stalking theme, I was sitting in my apartment alone when I heard unfamiliar sounds in the stairwell to my apartment. After a moment's panic for unfamiliar noise, I realized it was the neighbor-kids playing around. I crept up to the peeophole and saw three boys carrying toy guns, playing 'Gang' or 'Sopranos' or 'Crack Deal Goes Bad'. I don't know.
Ballsy.
I mean, go play on your own concrete stairs, you punks. You've got some gumption climbing up my stairs and trying to off each other on my spanish language reversible doormat.
So I made a very adult decision. I had to fuck with them.
I let them play for a couple of minutes, all the while peeping at their misshapen heads and long faces via the hole. Very carefully, I raised my hand up towards my head.; Rested my knuckles lightly on the door; and knocked. Loudly.
The look on their faces was priceless. I watched one boy run down the stairs and not stop running until he reached the end of the front lot. I laughed out loud to myself, semi-maniacally and came to a couple of realizations:
1. I'm becoming one of those weird adults who likes to be weird and do weird things. Sometimes genuinely, sometimes to get attention. I remember these people from my own childhood. I'd like to think it's due to my reaching the point where I actually don't care what people think and I mainly do bizarre things because I get a kick out of it.
2. I'm pretty good at stalking.
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