Other than the assault rifle, it's a beautiful day in the neighborhood.

So Friday afternoon around four, the kids called me out of my bedroom (where I was folding clothes) with the cry, "Mommy, the police are outside."

Turns out, they were putting it mildly. It was the police...and the sheriff...and the K-9 unit.

NICE

So I call the police. I say, "Ummm, yes, ummm, my street is surrounded by police, and there's an officer with an assault rifle in the intersection."
"Yes ma'am. They're looking for someone. I'd just stay inside and lock your doors."

You think??????

Really, that's all I was getting out of them. But here's what it looked like out my window. The pictures aren't great as I didn't want to make a spectacle of myself with a rifle 20 feet away.

This is literally outside my front window.


This is the street in front of my house. The end of the street was blocked off too.

Here's the K-9. They searched several backyards, and the woods behind the green house. And then just as suddenly they left. Without ever catching the person they were looking for. I thought they were supposed to reverse 9-1-1 us to let us know about stuff like this. What if my kis had been outside playing???? Interestingly enough, the Sheriff's log for that day shows NOTHING happening during a four hour period for that afternoon-including the time this took place. Hummmm. I wonder if I'll ever know what that was all about?