“Mom, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!”
I ran upstairs to my bedroom.
My nose felt funny. My chest tightened.
What was going on?
A mustard colored “paint” was running down my wall.
“What is that?” I asked Landon.
He had no idea what he had done … but he knew it wasn’t good.
I couldn’t figure out what it was, but I couldn’t breathe.
He said he sprayed a little black bottle.
When he brought it to me … I couldn’t believe it.
It quickly filled the air.
The entire upstairs … and it was moving downstairs.
At the CC Essentials meeting last night, it was good to hear the he was not the first.
Both Andie and LaDonna had stories of bear spray that were much worse than mine.
Nevertheless, it’s a day I won’t quickly forget.