Link’s house mate, Simon has twice startled me by entering a room wearing a cow’s pelvis on his head. Masks don’t generally sit well with me and when Simon appears in this get up, It gives me the heebie jeebies.
I try to pretend that it is just Simon in his bone outfit. I try to carry on like normal, but I keep a wary eye on him. My brain tells me that it’s Simon under those old bones, but my gut tells me to run. If he gets too close, I lose control and take flight.
The first time Simon blew the lid off my cool was at Potluck Sunday. Dave was there with his dog, giant, who started barking furiously, all the hair standing up along his back. I jumped up and didn’t know what to do for a second. Then I went over and put a hand on Giant to calm him. Dave was surprised I didn’t get bit.
There was a big going away party for Chris over the weekend and we were encouraged to dress up. Bob dressed as an Arab and I wore my chi pao. He introduced us as representatives from the country that supplies our oil and the one that helps pay the bill. And Simon wore his bones.