bad boys, bad boys, watcha gonna do...

The first half of this article in the Province describes a police chase that ended in front of our house at almost 2am this morning. It was a bit of a surreal experience!

Brian and I were awoken by an unrelated noise inside our house just before 2am. As we were drifting back to sleep, I muttered to Brian that I heard a helicopter and both of us had this weird feeling that something was going on. Moments later, we were fully awoken again by the sound of screeching tires, many police sirens, dogs barking and men yelling down our street.

Brian peeked out the window and he could see police cars on either end of our block, blue and red lights flashing. There were people running around with flashlights and we could hear people yelling and dogs barking. To top it all off, there was a helicopter overhead with a searchlight glaring down at the houses across the street from us.

It was a shocking sight to take in at the best of times, never mind that it was 2am and we were still groggy from sleep. My first reaction was to go upstairs and check on Josh. Brian, Nikita and I all went upstairs and Josh was sound asleep in his crib. I didn't feel comfortable leaving his alone after that.

We went back downstairs and things were calming down after about 10 minutes or so. We couldn't hear the helicopter anymore and some of the police cruisers left. The ironic thing is that Nikita didn't make a noise during the whole incident - not even with the dogs barking outside. However, when a police car pulled up in front of our house and a policeman got out to go across the street, Nikita started that low, throaty growl. It made me feel safe to know that Nikita would warn us if someone came remotely close to our house.

As we settled back into to bed and tried to fall back asleep, I couldn't help but wonder, "Where the heck are we living?!". It felt so ghetto - that helicopter with the searchlight was liking something out of a movie! At that point, Brian started humming the theme from the TV show COPS. Bad boys, bad boys, watcha gonna do...