|"He" was a tough character!|
After exchanging stares with this unpleasant creature for a minute or two, I decided to wait him out and see what he would do next. I didn’t have to wait long. Just as I settled down with my morning coffee and paper I heard a splash and when I looked out the window, he was swimming in our pool! Not only was he swimming, he was doing laps, back and forth from one end of the pool to the other; all the time paying no attention to me. Talk about nerve! Finally he hopped out of the pool and began drying himself off; taking his own sweet time in the process. That’s when it dawned on me that he hadn’t come here to swim at all; he had come to take a bath. That did it! No more Mister Nice Guy!
|It was all about bathing---nothing else.|
The next morning our unwelcome visitor returned promptly at eight and stood by the edge of the pool waiting for a neighbor to finish swimming laps. When the neighbor departed he jumped in the pool and repeated yesterday's performance of swimming from one end to another. "He's back," I told my wife Maja, "and up to his old tricks." "It's not a he," Maja said, "it's a she." "Really? How do you know that?" Maja shrugged. "I just know," she said in a voice that suggested that future queries on the subject would be futile. Ten minutes later, she was in her bathing suit, ready for her morning swim. While you are downstairs, why don't you tell your "girl friend" she is trespassing?" I said. She nodded, but said nothing.
|The moment of truth. Which one will blink?|
What did you say to her anyway?" I asked when Maja returned. "Oh, just girls talk," she said, smiling mysteriously. "I don't think she will be bothering us any more," she added.
I sat for a moment or two digesting this information. Thank God for women, I decided. They always know what to do!