Maybe I've seen one too many suspense movies. Or maybe I'm just on edge from the recent crime wave in our 'hood, but for whatever reason, when I go searching for Big E, I get a little jumpy.
I cleared our walk-in closet, the laundry room, and under my computer desk. These are all Big E hiding spot favorites, and tonight he was not in any of them.
Where is that little booger?
I walked into his bedroom. His closet door was cracked. BUSTED! I had him now.
As I crept up to the door (imagine creepy music playing) my heart began to race. I am not sure why. Who did I expect in the closet? Martin Burney? Maybe. I took a deep breath and flung the door open.
Right at that moment Big E popped out from behind his rocking chair and yelled:
I jumped out of my skin. Seriously, my vertical was very impressive. I wished my high school basketball coach was there to witness it. She was always trying to get me to jump more than two inches off the ground.
I turned around to see his smiling head peering around the side of the chair.
Big E, you scared the jeepers out of me!
He seemed very proud of himself.
I have to admit, this was only half as scary as the night he channeled Hannibal Lecter.
I'm off to count the additional gray hairs I earned tonight.
Hoping I find Big E instead of this guy in my house.