Aside: While making potato soup at 4:00 I heard what I believed to be three little pops of fireworks. I thought to myself "well someone is a little too overanxious for the Fourth" but thought nothing else of it.
I did some other cleaning and cooking for the next half hour until my sister came to me and said "There is a police officer trying to climb over our fence." "Huh?" I went to the kitchen window, and sure enough a cop with a shotgun is trying to hop our fence. Uh hellooo we have a gate... I went outside onto our porch, since he's hopping into our backyard, and ask if I can help him with anything. He told me "everything's fine, just get back in your house."
Okay either everything is fine and dandy OR I should get back in my house because those don't really mesh. But I went back into the house and my sister and I made rounds of all of the windows in the house trying to see what was happening from every possible angle. Being that I'm living with my folks until I move in with fiance in September, I called my mom and told her that our road was likely blocked off and she would have a hard time getting in if she came home. Fortunately she was able to park in the neighborhood across from ours and she was standing with a group of officers at the end of the road.
I was told that there were shots fired and that one had penetrated my next door neighbor's front door. Creepy! I sent my sister down to the laundry room which is all brick and doesn't have any windows and I kept watch from the upstairs window. My mom then called back saying to get our stuff because we were about to be evacuated. We were to stay low until they got us out of there. I yelled at Hollyn to put some shoes on, threw on my own Toms, grabbed my purse, contemplated grabbing my camera, turned off the stove and waited, crouched, by the back door.
Thirty excruciating seconds later two SWAT officers approach our dining room window off of our porch with rifles strapped to their chests. They motion for us to come out together. I lock the door and we duck behind the carport closet. They tell us to stay there until it's clear. We are then ushered down into our yard and behind the bushes below our porch, each of us told to hang very near to each officer. They led us back to our garden, over our fence, through the neighbor's yard (the ones who had been shot at & called it in), over their fence, through bushes and to the street across from ours.
At this point we had no clue what was happening. My mom had been able to give us little information over the phone before we evacuated but when we approached she told us as much as she knew. The woman across the street had fired shots and was now holed up in her home.
For the next 4 1/2 hours we waited in the yard that overlooked our road, wondering if she would come out of her own accord or if they would be dragging her out in a body bag. They of course, had to wait so long to get warrants, search warrants, etc. It was excruciating. We sent my sister to a friend's house and my mom and I waited and waited and waited. At 9:00pm she surrendered to the SWAT team. She was then frisked and questioned on scene before being transported.
I tell you, it was quite eventful, and I feel pretty badarse right now, to say the least, but it is not something I'm wanting to endure again anytime soon.
I kicked myself for those 4.5 hours for not having my camera, but of course I couldn't resist taking a few on my phone.
I know that you can barely see it, but that Wall-E looking thing is the bomb robot.
Me + SWAT = what a day. This must have been early in the process, I was still looking chipper.
There were over 100 cops there...That's just too many in my opinion, seeing as how a robot got the job done.
The SWAT mobile kind of dwarfs the detective cruiser. PS that particular detective earned the not-so-affectionate title, from me, of Detective Douchebag. Am I a 17 year old boy sometimes when I say things like that? Yes. I accept it.
Well how was your Thursday? I'm planning to milk this thing for all it's worth. "Sorry again that I had to cancel dinner; I was, you know, being evacuated by the SWAT team." "Sorry I missed your football game, I was being evacuated from my house...by the SWAT team." "Oh I missed your wedding? I would have been there, except, well, you know, I was kind of tied up with being evacuated by the SWAT team & all." Yes, I do suppose this is my new fail safe go-to move.
Happy Friday! It is now the four day, fourth of July weekend! What are your plans for the 4th?