… the exciting conclusion
Here’s the thing. When I know the end of the story, I told feel any suspense. It is possible that I may have inspired such feels from you, but I hold no hope in me surprising myself. Given the lack of my foreboding concerning my earlier predicament, I must confessed that I forgot completely that I left an ellipses hanging.
That being said, and as you have left you waiting for several days, I will come out and just tell you that I had come face to face with a family gang of killer raccoons. I have seen them before snacking on the occasional overturned trashcan, but this was different. Seriously, I was surround by at least three different mask mammals peeking out from the bushes, raised up on their hind legs, and (here was the most disturbing point) growling at me. So there I found myself cornered in the post-box building, growling ankle biters closing in like a Disney version of Tombstone (tumbleweed no included), and trying desperately trying to get my key out of the box.
Needless to say, I was not mauled to death. I escaped basically unscathed. It is however possible that my escape involved a small amount of running away whimpering like a little school girl.