Planning to buy a trap

 It happened last summer, and although it made us a trifle apprehensive, we passed it off as a stray incident. There were two dark guys near our garage. 

When I saw them that day,it was dusk. Not wanting to seem scared, I said nothing .

It happend again last evening . They were there- apparently friends- hanging around near our garage once again. 

They were strolling around as if they owned the place. 

I am not someone to take such things lying down, and detest being indirectly intimidated, so I casually walked in and told my wife what had transpired. 

Her look was enough to tell me to 'man up', and besides she was cooking so I saw no help coming from that direction. 

Not wanting to engage in dangerous hand to hand combat, in case it came to that , I picked up the hockey stick   behind the door and strode out manfully. 

That hockey stick has only seen one game, but that's another story.

By the time I walked out they had vanished.

I was a trifle relieved, because I am not exactly very brave or a warrior of any sort .

 I also wear spectacles, am not young , it was dusk and I am a bit  overweight - I trust you get what I am saying - my wish had come true- they had gone- vamoosed ! 

However , this morning, as I opened the door and went out to feed the two stray cats that have adopted us, something told me I was being watched. I was immediately on high alert .

One guy was hiding behind the large trash can and peering at me. His accomplice was  obviously in the vicinity because I know that these guys work in pairs. 

I rushed back in , picked up the hockey stick, rushed out in attack mode - shouting. 

My manly presence - the hockey stick held menacingly in my  right hand and the warrior like yell, was enough to see them scoot like cowards.

I chased them down a narrow path  for about 10 meters , as I was determined they knew who was boss. Also to ensure that they never returned for fear of more serious repercussions. I smiled to myself in satisfaction.  This was a sweet victory .

I was breathing heavily . In the dim light I searched for my spectacles that had fallen down in the meele. 

Thankfully I hadn't stamped them . My slipper strap had broken as well but I needed a new pair in any case . 

With a sense of relief and triumph , and my heart still thumping ,I went upstairs to inform my wife that she needed to fear no longer - they would never return. 

These field rats are really a pain. Hope I don't see them again.

In any case am planning to buy a trap!