shawni shimbashi

Setting: Dimly lit parking lot at 10:20pm, Southeastern Idaho

Tonight as I took two heavy trash bags and a small paper bag out to the garbage bin, I spent a split second deciding which to toss in first- the two heavy bags that I was holding in my right hand, or the lighter paper bag that consisted of mostly wrappers and bottles from my recent road trip to Montana in my left.  For some reason I chose to throw in the paper bag first.  About half a second after I threw in the bag, a figure as dark as night jumped out of the trash bin, landing partially on my leg before it scurried to safety.  I had a freak out moment where I started questioning what just happened, and what just jumped on me.  Through deductive reasoning, I determined that it must have been a large cat.  I’m sure that if I threw in the two heavy bags in first, I would figuratively have a cat’s blood on my hands.  This is further personal proof that everything happens for a reason.

I’m out.