It wasn't too cold but there was still snow on the ground yesterday as I was walking homeways down Tuttle Street. Passing one house I noticed what appeared to be an unopened bag of sour gummi worms poking out of a snow pile. It was the worms' neon colors that caught my eye.
I picked up the bag to verify that it was unopened. I wasn't going to take them, I was just curious why they were there. As I did so, a voice said, "Hey! Put that down!" It was a child's voice, very commanding, but I was alone on the street. Leprechaun?
"Put it down!" the voice repeated and I noticed it came from a window facing me that was cracked open. The curtains were drawn. "I was just looking," I told the window, "Why are these worms in the snow?" The voice said, "I'm chilling them. They're better that way."
I asked, "Don't you have a refrigerator?" and as I did the front door opened. A woman glared at me while holding a broom with the business end held high, in swat position. "Put the candy down and back away, Mister," she said. I held up my hands and did as I was told.
"You just head on your way. There's nothing for you here." As I walked down the street I turned my head. The lady of the house was standing in the snow where I had been and she was holding up the bag of candy. "It's okay, Franklin," she said while facing the window, "He didn't hurt anything and I think these are just about right now."
Sheesh! This was one of my kookiest encounters, even by the usual Dot standards. Life goes on.