Fucker is EVERYWHERE

Cam and I have been trying to lay low, stay home, keep the blinds closed, etc, but folks like us, with previously very active social lives, can't just vanish at the drop of a hat, and honestly we're still not sure if that's a good idea anyway. In any event, it's summer, the social season in a college area like ours, and there's only so many invitations we can turn down before looking suspicious. So we went last night to a barbecue in the park near our apartment.Which, yes, it is heavily wooded

Guessing you guys can figure what happened next? He showed up. We got through most of the barbecue, and we were sticking around helping Lee clean up, because it was her birthday party and it's only polite to help ANYWAY. But it was just us and Lee and one or two other people, when Cam taps me on the shoulder and points out our least favorite business man in the trees. We tried to play it cool, but it was pretty obvious pretty quick that we were panicking, so we made our excuses and walked home. Now, since we're apparently genre-blind idiots, we took the short path home. The one that's a narrow path through the trees. Because we can get home in less than half the time if we take that instead of the winding sidewalk route with a big cleared out space on either side.

The good news is, it was a short walk, so there were limited opportunities for him to do anything. The bad news is that he apparently really likes to pop up right behind you. Jeez. We did our best not to run, like M says, but we walked as fast as we damn well could. We were both fucking terrified out of our skulls by the time we got home. It wasn't helped by our dog, River, going completely nuts at the window all night.

We kept the blinds closed, because we didn't want to see. Neither of us got to sleep till well after sunrise, and we did so falling all over each other on the couch. I only woke up a couple hours ago. We're still pretty much terrified.