The other night Lee picked me up from work and we ran a few errands; dinner, Sam’s Club for a large doormat, gas. By the time we got home, it was almost six and I had to pee. We brought a load of groceries into the house and I ran out to use the outhouse. Only, there was something in the way.
Well, not technically in the way. I heard some rustling. I stopped, listened, then heard it again. Ahead and just off the trail that leads to our outhouse was a moose chomping on some willows. She saw me, and kept munching, but I couldn’t move forward. I would have been walking very close to her to get to the outhouse and I would have most likely walked right into her safety bubble, possibly prompting a charge. I knocked on the window to get Lee. He came out with his camera and tried to get some pictures.
I, meanwhile, did an award-winning pee-dance. It was a sight to behold, I’m sure. In fact, I’m pretty sure it’s why the moose stayed – it was just so entertaining! Lee suggested I just pee in the woods. I said no. I already have to pee in a hole outside and brave moose encounters. Peeing in the woods just outside my house would have been too much for my pride.
I finally stepped forward and said kindly to the young moose, “Okay lady. I’m sorry but I need you to be on your way. Please come back later.” She looked up and walked away. Just like that. Sometimes you just need to ask. Saying please helps. And I was able to pee.