Trapped

Carly and I have a problem with little kids who are always coming and idling outside of our kitchen/storage/closet door. They watch us intently. They eye our every move. They are cute and all, but we'd like to eat our oatmeal without an audience, thank you.

So we're always trying to come up with creative ways to tell them to go away. Usually, whatever we say is useless. They continue to loiter, no matter what clever expressions we invent. I told Carly that we need a sign that says, "No Loitering" to hang on our door, in Spanish, or course.

This evening, we told some kids to scram, in so many words, while we were cooking dinner. Then we shut the door to help them get the idea. We heard then hanging out. We waited.

A minute later we tried to go out to fill our pot with water. We found the door locked--from the outside!

Those punksticks had locked us in, then wandered off! We weren't too distressed, actually we thought it was hilarious. Except the we-can't-get-out part.

We could see through the big cracks in the walls that the brethern were moving around over by the tent, and finally Miqueas came over close enough so we could yell at him to rescue us. He was very surprised and also amused to find the two of us locked up in our own room.