A favorite car picture with Trailer.
I know That Pontiac is an early 1950s model station wagon.
Maybe haunted is not a good word, but there are tools and things that don’t like me. When I use desk staplers, they jam a lot. I can’t seem to pour coffee without a few drops on the table.
Did I mention maps? No one believes it, but I have read maps over a lot of the world. I have always reached my destination. I plotted flights for spyplanes to places I cannot tell and they all reached their destination and every one of them returned and landed back on the ship safely. BUT somehow, I was assigned the name by my family of wrong way Jack and U-Turn Jack.
It was little things like driving 100 miles WEST on the wrong road, when I was supposed to be driving directly North to Canada. You know, small things. Others not even worth mentioning, like refueling the coach and then getting back on an interstate going the wrong direction. That is always fixed by a u=turn at the next exit. Some places you need to see ‘twicet’ LOL
Oh yeah the coon. Again during the night, Sherry wakes me. There is noise in the basement. WHAT?
So down to check. Several things on the deck from shelves but not near the damage as before. I decided to electrocute the dude. So I started building a dangerous killing device. Two sheets of metal one positive one negative with bait between them. He steps on both at the same time, instant electric chair.
Then common sense took over. What if someone comes in this basement and you have been called away or even died. This is a death trap. So I put the ruined extension cord and alligator clips up. Quietly propped the garage door open.
I set off a ‘bug bomb’ in the far corner hoping it would encourage him to leave. I set the trail camera at the door, hoping to see him leave. I didn’t see him.
Maybe the basement is haunted. I may sit on the basement stairs tonight with my hearing devices turned up to max. I’ll get a shovel, gold club or mace for defense. I hope it is a friendly ghost. I may use ultra violet lights to see the ghost.
Final later I hope…
PS 2: Sherry woke me again, my coon is still in the basement. Only one jar broken. (not funny yet!)