
There was a high(ish) speed chase through our neighborhood tonight: several cop cars with sirens wailing in pursuit of an SUV. They finally got the guy to stop just one house down from ours! Chloe and I had been watching funny cat videos and ignoring the noise until we heard the cops yelling things like, "Get your hands behind your head!" We scurried to the kitchen window in time to watch the passenger surrender, but then we decided we'd better change windows when the cops advanced on the SUV with guns drawn.
Safely removed to higher ground, we realized the driver had skedaddled before the cops got there. We indulged ourselves with imaginings of a fugitive hiding in our garage, and I almost got out of taking out the trash, but later we saw they had two people in custody.
So, I took out the trash, and we ate our dinner in a darkened-for-better-visibility kitchen while the investigation continued, the culprits were questioned, and the SUV was towed to Abby's lab. Or someplace like that.
It was just enough excitement for the night.










