Monster attack drill
When I got home on Saturday afternoon there was an enormous racket—the hallways were being fogged in preparation for dengue season and I’d completely forgotten. It was too late to evacuate with my three cats; fortunately we have a plan for zombie/alien/gas monster attacks.
I shut the main door, stuck a wet towel against the tiny space between door and floor, and opened the windows to let out the fog that would seep in. The cats were already in the bedroom, trying to get away from the noise. I turned on the air-conditioning, shut the bedroom door and shoved a wet towel against the bottom of the door. Then we settled down until the fog cleared.
“Is it zombies?” Koosi asked, sharpening her claws.
“No,” I said, “it’s pesticide.”
“Is it vampires?” Saffy asked, wielding the Mr Pointy.
“No, just maintenance.”
“Is it brain-sucking aliens?” said Mat, polishing the halberd.
“Nope.”
“Is it Hittites?”
“Is it Ostrogoths?”
“Is it Uruk-hai?”
“No, it’s just fogging.”
They took turns guarding the door and sitting by my computer. I think they were hoping to kill something, but they got bored and took naps. A couple of hours later I reconnoitred the living room and there was a faint whiff of chemicals. I aired out the sala, then we locked ourselves in the vault for another hour. Just to be sure, we stayed an extra hour.
I think my cats are disappointed.
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