Thor

Nothing like sticking my head out the front door and seeing half of Tacoma's finest, parked up the street, lights flashing, etc. Of course, to put the icing on the cake, the one who kept arresting me, when Thor shot me, comes waltzing down the sidewalk... with Thor sitting on his shoulder. My only thought: This cannot be good. Along with the verbalization of "oh crap." (actually it was the "s" word...) The officer walks up to the front door and tells Thor "Get inside!" Thor complies. The officer adds, "He stays inside until this is cleaned up!" I peer over the officer and see a traffic signal laying in the street. The officer regains my attention with a stern, "QUESTIONS?" I look at Thor, the traffic light, the officer, and reply, "Nope!" Don't ask, don't tell, seemed like a good option. I closed the door, fed Thor and went to bed.