Life in Silicon Valley – Neighbors and Ferrets
I am lucky enough to have a very responsible 10 year old. So much so, that I can take a walk to my neighborhood Starbuck's and get a coffee without worrying that he will burn my house down or open the door for a stranger. I did just that this morning.
So what happened while I was gone picking up my latte?
Apparently one of the neighbor boys, J, came over and asked to hang out. My son listening to my instructions told him he wasn't allowed to have guests, so he'd have to come over later. (Whew, great response!) Upon his arrival, J told his mom that he couldn't play at our house until later and that some guy was crawling around our house looking for a "fairy". What?
Being a good neighbor J's mom proceeded to cruise down the block to make sure my son was okay and to check on the stranger looking for "fairies". Turns out this "stranger" lived next door and was looking for a missing "ferret" named Floyd, who lived the next block over.
I love my neighborhood. It's a magical place, where kids like each ether and want to hang out. More importantly it's a place, where adults take care of all the kids – and ferrets on the street – and check to make sure that "Fairy" seekers are kept away from my house.
(BTW – Floyd the ferret was found and is back home safe and sound.)