A sweet, precious family in my congregation underwent a forced dislocation last year because of their service to our nation. Dad was gone awhile. Meanwhile, mom and boys soldiered on bravely, but alone. Their yard was beset nightly by a vicious, hissing (giant) Ninjadilloe. When mom could not quite bring herself to gun down the marauder (though she is a crack shot) another parishioner stepped in to commit dilloecide.
Alas, well enough could not be left alone. Brave Mom (Em Finity in the story) was teased without end by various persons who are realllllly goooood at teasing. I was so amused by the whole thing, my writing urges took over and the Ninjadilloe series eventuated. I admit, it did not start out to be the approximate length of War and Peace. These things just happen. I still like to laugh.
There are a three or four more installments in this heroic story. Then we will return to more serious matters.
Or, maybe not.