You may remember that Corey and I had recently acquired new roommates. (See Why I Have One Thousand Balloons As Roommates.) My original estimate of 1,000 was a little high. Apparently it was 75.
As you’ll recall, these balloons took up residency on February 14th, 2012. Around two and a half months ago. They all stayed floating high and proud for the first month. Clearly they were having a competition to see who would remain the floatiest for the longest.
After that first month they started to drop, one by one. When they hit the floor, Corey would deem them out of the race and…uh…”dispose” of them.
About a week ago a rogue balloon turned on us. My only guess is that it witnessed the disposal process, and decided it would try to take us out before it was its turn. So it did what any self respecting balloon would.
It tried to choke me in my sleep.
In the middle of the night I awoke to a tickling in my throat. I opened my eyes and there it was – a pink balloon sitting on my face, trying to smother me! It had positioned it’s curly ribbon in my mouth and was waiting for me to take a nice, long, deep breath. If things had gone according to plan I would have inhaled the damn thing.
Well played, pink balloon! But, as always, I had the last laugh!
I kicked the balloon out of the bedroom, checked under the bed and in the closet for fellow conspirators, then went back to sleep.
The next morning, Corey hunted out the traitor.
Warning, the following pictures may disturb delicate viewers.
Since the public execution, there have been no more attacks.
Six balloons are left. Who will outwit, outlast, and outplay?
PS, does anyone else think it’s crazy that helium balloons are lasting this long?