Construction Site: Careful With That Axe, Eugene

In an ideal world, I would never be left alone in the house while builders were around. Here it is, 5 o'clock on a Sunday afternoon, Adrienne has taken the boys to the pool, you would think I would be pretty safe. But no. As I look out the window, a dirty great semi-trailer backs up the street, with a forklift on the back. Soon the forklift, and its operator, are in the backyard. I sit here at the computer looking like the pathetic excuse for masculinity that I undoubtedly am. He knows I'm in here. I can see him staring at me as he sharpens his power tools. (Is that what you do with power tools?) I can run but I can't hide. Keep away from me. Keep away ...