On this April Fool’s day I thought a story of how I was fooled by no one in particular and how it was the most fooled I’ve been in ages..
I have a lil Russian Blue cat named Rasputin (Raz or Raz-cat for short). Raz is a weird little animal and he plays with everything, but one of his favorite toys is the springy doorstops that stop doorknobs from crashing through dry wall. He’s crazy but he’s soft and sweet and likes to sleep on the pillow next to my head.
One night a few weeks ago I was asleep around midnight when I heard the sproy-yo-yo-yoing of one of the doorstops. I sat up and thought “what is that little maniac doing…” when I noticed Raz sitting bolt upright next to me. Then my sleep-addled brain caught up with the situation; if Raz was here…what hit the doorstop?
I turned on the light and looked at my bedroom door, which was propped open. I have a few wooden swords leaned up behind it but both were still standing. Then I slowly looked up and realized it must have been the door in the game room across the hall. The door was closed. I live on the second floor and that room is the only window accessible from the outside. The rest of my windows are all two stories up and unless you’re Spiderman you’d have trouble breaking in through them.
I immediately started thinking of what I could use as a weapon, and it occurred to me that all of the most useful stuff was in the living room…not wanting to cross in front of the door in question I looked around my room and the only weapon I could find was a replica Danish War axe leaning against my book shelf. It’s not a convenient indoor weapon, about 42 inches long with a 7-pound axe head at the business end. A quote from Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels went through my head, “I don’t want to blow the arsehole out of the world, but I don’t want nobody blowing a raspberry at me either…” It’s kind of a ridiculous weapon in a CQC situation, but it was all I had.
Still I picked it up and headed toward the door. Raz was sitting in the bed looking at me and the game room door with an expression that read, “Was it in there? You’re not going in there are you?”
I leaned against the wall next to the door and listened. I didn’t hear anything in there. I decided not to be an idiot and yell out “hello?” and resolved when I opened the door I’d slam it open to go with the shock and awe tactic. I silently braced my shoulder against the door, took a deep breath (looked back at Raz who looked like he was saying “don’t do it…don’t open the door!”) and barged into the door.
To my shock something was pushing back. The door wouldn’t open as if someone was leaning on the other side or had their foot on the bottom of the door to keep me from opening it.
I pushed harder and went in, axe handle first (I decided I didn’t want to swing that thing and get it caught on the door jamb…). The door finally opened and I flipped the light on. I didn’t find any medieval intruders…I found my rolled up Frontline game mat, which I keep standing behind the game room door, had fallen across the doorway and hit the door stop. I actually fell to me knees and laughed. Raz looked at me like I was nuts.
I’m paranoid, so I still searched the rest of my house before calming down and going to bed.
I learned a couple of good lessons from this incident. First: It never hurts to be cautious but don’t always assume the worst. Second, and maybe more importantly, Danish War Axes are not ideal for home defence.