Poltergeist Scrouxs Wit’ Roux (No film at 11…)

We have a poltergeist.  His name is Qeetz’l (sounds like KWEET-zul).  Don’t ask me how I know his name; I just do, just like I know the Easter bunny’s name is Bernie and the Tooth Fairy’s name is Alice-Sue.

Anyway, Qeetz’l has been with us for a very long time.  He likes to hide stuff, mainly, but he’s not above making sudden loud noises and breaking things.  He also takes things on occasion, and sometimes he’ll even leave something else in the place of whatever he took — but not always.

Yesterday, Hubby was looking for his Flight Sim game.  We both knew where it was supposed to be, but it wasn’t there.  We looked in all the obvious places, then the places not so obvious, then the places where it should never — by any rule of logic — be.  No game, nowhere.  Hey, I even looked in the refrigerator, just on the off chance…

 I still haven’t found a tv remote that disappeared some six years ago.  And no, the dog didn’t do it!  We even asked her to find it, and if she can’t find something, it’s not there.  (Granted, she always thinks she’s looking for a hidden tennis ball, but you’d be surprised what she turns up when you just say “Go find it, Sharav!”)

Qeetz’l once took a cd that I’d left lying on top of the media cabinet.  In its place he left some sort of black plastic thingy-bob that neither of us had ever seen before.  It wasn’t a broken-off piece of something; it was smooth and (apparently) whole, with no scratches or rough places or anything else to suggest that it had been separated from something else.  Never did find that cd, but I kept the plastic thingy-bob, just in case whatever it belongs to turns up.

And then there was The Case of the Mangled Model.  That one really pissed Hubby off, and I don’t think he’ll ever forgive Qeetz’l for that.  You see, Hubby has mahogany models of planes, his favorite of which is a model of a C-141.  That model had been in the same place for a couple of years.  Nothing ever budged it unless it was moved for dusting; planes coming over, construction on the building, roofing… The building could shake, the glasses could rattle, the pictures on the wall might go a little askew, but  that model never moved.  Until one weekend when we went away.  When we came back there was the model, hanging by its base from the lip of the shelf.  The nosegear was broken off, one of the wings had almost separated from the fuselage and the whole thing was off-center on the mounting base.  WTF???  Couldn’t have been anything else; it had to have been Qeetz’l.  As you can imagine, Hubby was NOT amused. 

That was the day Hubby stopped thinking of Qeetz’l as a relatively harmless, though annoying, prankster; he now views him as an unsavory, malignant little monster-wannabe.  And the missing Flight Sim just threw fuel on that fire!

But there is some good news!  Qeetz’l didn’t take the game; he only hid it.  I found it this a.m.  In the upstairs linen closet, of all places.  Well, I hope it’s good news, anyway; have to wait til Hubby gets home to see if the thing still works.  Knowing Qeetz’l, he may have erased the disc…

Roux

Tags: Nitnoidography, poltergeist, Qeetz'l, Rouxminations, WTF