Terror on Woodale Ave
Today, I will tell you the story of how I became fearful of trash pandas. It all started a couple of years ago in June of 2016. That month we were going to take a camping trip to Coon Creek in Shelbyville, IL. There were two weeks left until the trip and we were making final preparations to leave.
It had been a warm and sunny Monday. I went to school, same as always. I came home the same as well; nothing had changed and everything seemed normal. We had been cleaning our house and our camper. We had started packing our bags and getting ready for the trip to the store to stock up on food for the trip. By the time we returned, night had already fallen. All of the neighbors ́ lights were off due to them beingas they were fast asleep.
When we came into the house, we unloaded the groceries from the car and put them away into their different cabinets. We had to clear out the fridge in order to fit the food in there. The trash was full, so I went to take it out. As I walked down the stairs with the trash bag weighing down on my shoulder, I thought to myself, why am I taking out the trash? I went to the trash can, lifted the lid, and put the bag in. When I turned to walk away, that's when I saw it there hissing. Its big bulging eyes,; I felt as if it was trying to steal my soul. I ran into my house as fast as I
could; this was the first time that I had encountered a trash panda.