You gotta watch out for people getting you back, especially the ones you didn’t even realize you “got” in the first place.
I’d left my dorm room unlocked. I always left my dorm room unlocked. There wasn’t anything valuable that could be taken with ease – my speakers were 5ft around – and my sorority-sisters neighbors were usually milling about that end of the hall. But there was no denying that if I’d locked the door, I wouldn’t be dealing with this …. this what? It wasn’t really a mess and was only slightly annoying.
Army men. They were everywhere. I opened my dresser drawer; army man. I pulled down a shoe box; army man. I put on a pair of pants and put my hand in the pocket; army man. There was even one in the mini fridge’s freezer! “He’s in Siberia,” my clearly guilty next door neighbor grinned. I was finding those army men until well after I moved out of that dorm room. Thanks Amanda.
But as I said, she was just “getting me back.” Except, I hadn’t filled her room with army men. No, the little green men first appeared elsewhere on campus, all over campus, thanks to another sorority sister, a trip to Leon’s and the dollar store that just happened to be on the way home.
A tradition was born, and that tradition continues.
Mommy found one somewhere the other week. Likely a remnant of the attack of all attacks just before I left for Zambia. There’s a lot of good hiding spots in a house with 3 floors. They’re sneaked into the bottom of packages and carried along in suitcases on visits. One of the original instigators’ daughter has her own toddler-appropriate army man. Gummy army men were passed around for holidays and birthdays – I heard they were quite delicious. One of my sorority sisters even incorporated them into her wedding!
And this past Christmas, Alfred got me the most amazing and absolutely perfectly appropriate present. A snowflake ornament made out of army men! I love snow. She found it on etsy. It’s super cute and very ingenious.