Spooky

Yesterday, probably at about three in the afternoon or so, while I was building stairs for our deck, some random person pulled into the field behind our house in a red Ford Ranger stepside and parked and sat there, listening to *really loud* heavy metal.

Said metal head was still there an hour-and-a-half later, after a minivan came, stayed just long enough for either a friend to do a health and welfare check or a dealer to unload a dimebag, and left.

The really spooky part was that the person was *still* there at 1 a.m. when I got up to reload the wood stove. I almost called the cops right there. I decided to wait until the morning, though, and now the nutjob is gone and all is right with my world again.