Mrs. Honish warned me of this when we first decided to move a block away from the school, but every year there is a week-long battle that rages in my front yard during homecoming. Last year #FortHonish withstood several small attacks from underclassmen early in the week, only to be completely caked in TP on Thursday night by the Seniors. As I awoke to the carnage in my trees that Friday, I vowed that 2017 would be different. Follow the blog for daily updates... Above: Destruction in the aftermath of a strike by the Class of 2017 Monday 9/18 Monday of Homecoming Week is a mixed bag. Will we be attacked early? Will they hold off? Either way, constant vigilance is the name of the game. At 19:30, the blinds were only partially closed and I remained in the living room... Mya and Max, the not-so-fearsome guard dogs asleep nearby. 20:34- Mrs. Honish pauses Netflix. ¨Do you hear that?¨ she asks. ¨No, what...¨ ¨Footsteps in the street. They´re coming already.¨ I scrambled toward the window, sliding headfirst along the carpet, tucking my head under the curtain and peering outside. ¨You won´t be able to see anything unless we shut the lights off, but they´ll see you,¨ Mrs. Honish pointed out. She flicked the lights off and I remained at the window until approximately 20:41, but spotted nothing. 21:27- Lights out, time to pack it in for bed. I feel confident that night 1 will pass with no attack. If they have not come out by now, I doubt they will. Besides, there is a concerted effort by the Town of Beloit Police Department and the Administration of the school to crack down on shenanigans this year. Perhaps the high schoolers are feeling a bit timid... maybe the light being left on at the football field behind my house is an effective deterrent. Ahhh, a full night of rest so I can prepare for potential future onslaughts. 22:11- Mya growls... the growl turns into a couple small barks. What time is it??? I couldn´t have been asleep longer than half an hour or so by this point but it´s time to scramble. Mrs. Honish is already on her feet, following Mya to the living room. I wait for a report... ¨3 or 4 of ´em were darting through the front corner, but they headed across to the park. I don´t see any TP... we might not have even been the target.¨ I stand watch in the living room for several more minutes, but feel confident enough to return to sleep after a Town of Beloit Squad Car rolls by. I drift to sleep by about 22:35. Tuesday MorningMrs. Honish took the dogs for a walk around the neighborhood and reported very minor TP way off to the side of our yard.
The attack was clearly abandoned in a fit of cowardice, as only a few rogue strands of paper were found. The attackers must have failed to consider the weather as well, with most of the TP that had made it in the branches the night before now plastered to the ground, half disintegrated by a light rain that passed through in the early morning hours #FortHonish sustained very little damage, and we live to fight another night. Our dogs will most certainly be on high alert, and our defenses have yet to truly be tested. Yet, it is only Tuesday... The battle continues...
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