Here's a funny story (that could easily to have turned out to be a very UN-funny story....) that I heard from a co-worker the day after Christmas many years ago:
It's late Christmas Eve and her son is spending the holidays with her ex-husband, so she's alone in the house. She has been out with friends and has over-indulged a tad in the "spirits" of Christmas. She's just settling into bed and she hears what she thinks is someone walking down the hall outside her bedroom. She leaps from bed, locks the door and grabs her gun out of the nightstand, while calling 9-1-1.
At that point, she decides she's better off outdoors, so she opens the window, pushes out the screen and is trying to climb out the window without falling into the holly bush under her window (you don't want to fall into a Florida holly bush if you value your skin). She's half-way in and out of the window, gun in hand, when the police burst on the scene.
So here's the scene: a woman has called 9-1-1 reporting an intruder in her house.......someone with a gun in their hand is crawling out the window of the house.....the police start shouting "DROP THE GUN! DROP THE GUN!" In her still-somewhat-inebriated state, she can't figure out why they're yelling at HER and not the intruder in the house. Luckily, she drops the gun before she gets shot.
Things get straightened out with no one getting shot, including the intruder.
The "intruder"? A very frightened raccoon that somehow got into the house and was trying to get out.
She didn't live that one down for a long, long time.
