March 18th, 2010 
admin I know that this sounds absolutely ridiculous, but I have a security blanket. It didn’t start out being one but that is exactly what it is. Now, I do not lug this blanket around the house. I do take it with me when we camp. It’s still in the camper from last weekend and I am going to end up bringing it back in.
So, how did I end up with a security blanket? My husband is a polar bear. He likes to sleep in a room cold enough to hang meat. I am a bit cold-natured so I found a very thick Indian blanket and put it over my side of the bed. When I would hear voices or see shadow people at night, I would hide beneath it. At that point, I didn’t think the blanket protected me or anything. It was just a way to hide from it all. After a while, I subconsciously associated it with security and now it’s stuck in my head.
How bad is my obsession with my blanket? After a difficult day Tuesday, I began hearing the voices again and the shadow people were closing in on me. I pulled the blankets over my head and quickly realized that my Indian blanket wasn’t there. Uh-oh. Houston, we have a problem. It was 2 AM. I was not about to go outside to get it after the coyote incident. (I haven’t mentioned that yet. I will in a minute.) I had to deal with it. I dealt with it, alright. I was up all night until the sun came up. I must get my blanket out of the camper. It makes the voices be quiet and the keeps out the shadow people. I realize it sounds silly, but it is a source of comfort and a coping mechanism. Adults can have security blankets and…yes, Virginia. There is a Santa Claus.
Anyway…the coyote incident. My husband, the children and I came home one night a couple of weeks ago. When we pulled into the drive way, we saw a large coyote standing beneath the security light about 12 feet away from our vehicle. My husband flashed the lights and honked the horn. It didn’t budge. He got out and grabbed a handful of rocks from the driveway. He threw one and the coyote didn’t move. It took several hits to get him to move a couple of feet and several more to get him to run off. My husband unlocked the front door and the children ran in the house, with me right on their tails. I’m terrified of them after the OTHER coyote incident. Oh, I didn’t mention that either.
A few years ago, we had several female cats outside. Tom cats would come up and attack the kittens so we started running outside and scaring them away. My daughter told me she saw a tom cat in the backyard so I grabbed the broom and went out back. I walked around the house and started yelling and shaking the broom. I looked up and was staring at a coyote about six feet away from me. I froze and it just stared at me. I walked backwards around the corner of the house and then ran inside. How in the world my daughter confused a coyote with a cat is beyond me. Let’s just say that I won’t go out chasing cats now…even with my security blanket.
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