Glowing Slippers and a Funny Story

I have this really old book with lots of fantastic information in it..and some kind of add information.  O.k.. A LOT of odd information!

One of the things that is suggests for finding slippers in the dark is to sew phosporescent buttons on them.  I was thinking that was a great idea and then I thought about the glow in the dark fabric paints!

If you have ever fumbled in the dark..feeling frostbite crawing up your legs while you looked for your slippers or socks then what a great idea this is!  A little bit of glow in the dark paint and voila!  Slippers that are easy to find in the middle of the night.

I have to tell you this story..it sort of ties in.

We have racoons really bad.  And we have chickens.  We have to lock the chickens up at sundown or else they are likely to be raccoon bait.  A few nights ago we got busy and forgot about the chickens until it was very dark.  Marc and Ethan ran outside wiht flashlights, counted chickens and locked them up.

“We had all of them” Marc said.

About 4:30 a.m. I heard a chicken…it was an odd sound (I am a very light sleeper).  I sat up thinking that a chicken had laid an egg in the coop in the middle of the night…then the chicken sounded a little stressed.

I leaped out of bed and could not find my shoes or anything else.  I ran down the stairs and out the back door, forgetting that we had to remove the wood porch in the back and had not put it back up yet..our house is a good  3 -4 feet above the ground level. I flipped on the ligh, flung open the door yelling like a mad woman, bare feet and not much on, it is 34 degrees and I go flying LITERALLY through space as I bound through the doorand drop 3 feet.  I am still yelling (Marc is a heavy sleeper) and the racoon takes one wide eyed look at me..drops the chicken and runs like a bobcat is after him.  By now I am in the chicken pen…holding a panting chicken, half naked, and I suddenly realize that although it hasn’t rained the gound under my barefeet feels strangely …squishy. Ewwww.  I am holding the chicken against me as I try to unlock the coop with one hand…and when I finally get it open our very agressive rooster tries to  kick me as I put the hen in.  I slowly turn back to the house, trying not to think about the feeling on my feet..and I suddenly remember that somehow I have to heft my body up onto the floor of the laundry room…because there are no stairs to the back door remember.

Good times, no?

The only thing that would have made it worse was if our neighbor had heard the noise and come to the fence with a spotlight.

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