Run Baby Run!

Fortunately for Baby, she was genetically engineered with traits of uncommon bravery and genius level intelligence. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that she had best be getting out of this home while the getting was good. With no real plan other than escape, Baby crawled outside through the open door.

Unfortunately, she was overcome with exhaustion before she made it 3 feet from the house. When morning came, Mama and Bro discovered Baby sleeping on the lawn. I'm not sure what I expected their reactions to be. But I certainly did not expect them to start angrily screaming at her. This martian family was proving to be way beyond dysfunctional.

The final straw broke when Mama was cooking waffles for breakfast. I had become cautiously hopeful when Mama calmed down and brought Baby inside. But that ended quickly when Mama accidently set the stove on fire. Instead of picking Baby up off of the kitchen floor, Mama just ran out of the kitchen. Then, to add insult to injury, Mama came back and began angrily complaining that her breakfast was being ruined.

Mama did come to her senses eventually and put out the blaze with a fire extinguisher. But that was way too little, too late. There were no two ways about it. I had to get Baby out of that house and fast! Maybe some kind neighbor would take her in. But if she stayed here, her days were numbered. So when Mama was distracted, taking a lengthy bubble bath, I had Baby crawl out of the house as fast as her little hands and knees could carry her.


Baby made it all the way to the edge of the property, when all of a sudden she was overcome with a paralyzing fear of the unknown. A crushing feeling of dread stopped her dead in her tracks.

And in that moment of hesitation, she lost her chance to escape.

Next: A Change of Heart...?