Toldya I’d find Hisse!

hisseThat’s her, Hisse, second from left, between Bouncy Bow and Chrissy. I did run Bouncy Bow through the washing musheen and I think she looks nice and, uh, fresh now. Her owner was not that impressed. So, when I found Hisse, I resisted the urge to provide her with the same treatment, at least until I have been granted permission, which might end up being something like “over my dead body”. So be it.

Where did I find Hisse? I found her in a big garbage bag in the Landfill Dungeon. How did she get there? The short answer is, “I don’t know.” The real answer is of course complicated. Stuffed aminals in garbage bags in the dungeon? It started with a tornado warning. The sirens blew and the beach urchins (who had both experienced tornadoes up close and personal) threw all of their stuffed aminals down the stairs to the dungeon. We didn’t take anything close to a direct hit by that particular tornado. In fact, it was a surreal experience. Sirens blew as yard-workers calmly (but LOUDLY) chipped up a tree across the street. The GG and Hans very calmly photographed big moths getting it on in the gap between extremely uneven sidewalk panes. (I have a pic of that somewhere.) Inside The Landfill? Screaming and flinging things down the stairs.

I can’t remember how long those aminals *stayed* down there at the bottom of the stairs but it was probably waaaaay longer than most people would tolerate. But those were the vortex years of kids and pets and vee-hickles and jobs and volunteer stuff and tornadoes and generally running around like a chicken with its head cut off. Fun years!

Eventually, I bagged up all of those aminals into big garbage bags just to get them off the floor down there. The beach urchins were not quite done with stuffed aminals yet but it wasn’t long after that they entered high school, college, and the adult world. They were / are busy and I’m not sure how Hisse got into one of those bags but I knew she was in there somewhere and I knew I would find her. I did absolutely utterly refuse to look for her in the late Thanksgiving afternoon. Nope.

The green guy on the right? Y’all are thinking something like, “He’s not a mouse!” No, he is not a mouse. He is a grinch and his real name is Green Guy (if you are one of my nine, you may have seen him before). I am not his owner but, as his owner and I are cousins, I am trusted to keep him for extended visits here on The Planet Ann Arbor. I love him even when he and Frooggy get themselves into trouble.

P. S. Hisse is pronounced “hissy” (like the fit). Hisse’s owner spelled it that way back when she was a very young inventive speller.

3 Responses to “Toldya I’d find Hisse!”

  1. Margaret Says:

    Alison was into stuffed animals more than Ashley and I put a LOT of them in garbage bags just to keep them free of dust. Alison did give me permission to give her Beanies away since they would make many children happy, versus sitting in a box in her closet.

  2. Pooh Says:

    Stuffies in our house went into garbage bags for quarantine purposes when the letter came home from school. You know the one: “we regret to inform you that a student in your child’s class has been diagnosed with head lice.” I took most of them to the elementary school for a gently used stuffed animal drive for a charity. (Maybe Katrina, I don’t remember.)

  3. Pooh Says:

    Note: the donation was many YEARS after the head lice incident.