Bad Dream

Yesterday at work we watched “Forensic Files” which is a series that shows how forensic evidence catches killers even 20 years after their crime.

The one yesterday I didn’t want to watch but then I couldn’t stop myself once it started. It was about a woman who had four babies at different times – 1 in Florida and 3 in New York. She didn’t want the babies so she put them in boxes and let them die. The one in Florida she put in a suitcase and then proceeded to lug it around for 17 years before she abandoned the suitcase. The other three were all found in a storage shed she had rented but then abandoned. They were found in separate boxes amongst the other junk she had left behind.

They determined the babies were all full term babies, all born years apart, and all just left behind to die. When they caught up to the woman she had eight children. She told the investigators that all the babies had been born dead and she didn’t know what to do with them so she just put them in boxes. Later she admitted that the babies weren’t born dead but died shortly after birth. They asked her how she could kill four babies and then have eight children…what was wrong with the first four?

Needless to say, they put her away in prison for life. It made me so sick though to think someone can do that without showing any remorse.

So last night I had horrible dreams about babies in boxes that I kept trying to rescue. As soon as I got to one box, there’d be another one that I had to find and rescue. It wasn’t fun.

I weep for a society that can’t prevent things like this from happening. I don’t know how, but someone needs to think of a way to stop parents from killing their children. This lady wouldn’t have cared if there was a fire station right next to her house – she said the babies were hers so she had every right to do what she wanted with them.

It made me think of something else too. I wrote a post last night about parents not being able to control their little kids. I wondered how many of those kids are being abused which is causing them to act out. An eight year old shouldn’t have that much anger in him at such a young age unless something was provoking it. I dunno – wish I could look at kids and know whether they had a happy home or not. I’ll put that on my wish list for super powers.

Woes & Weather

The bay was beautiful today – very clear. Unfortunately the little park I park at was pretty busy for a Tuesday. People had their dogs there but none were in the water. One lady who had to be 5 ft tall had a huge dog she couldn’t control – she had it on a leash but it kept practically jerking her off her feet.

I have to get ready for work here in a bit. It is hot and humid here today – am ready for the cooler weather. I’m sitting here at the computer sweating because I just finished cleaning downstairs.

I have no doubt I will be in the fire pod today which I don’t want to be but they wanted me there yesterday and I asked them to put someone else there instead. No way they let me off so easy a second time.

Be safe folks and remember, its a jungle out there!

Gone Crazy

I had a guy call last night who was such an asshole that I blew up as soon as I hung up.

He said his name was “Mike” and he was on 8th street and needed an officer to come there because one of his tenants – a male – threatened him with a buck knife. He’d already called and gotten calltaker Tom who had told him to call back with the right address. So he was calling back but he still didn’t know his address.

The address he gave wasn’t valid. I questioned him several times and he kept insisting the address was right. So I told him I’d send an officer to the nearest cross street. He said “So you’ll send him to this exact address right?” and I patiently repeated what I had just said. All this time he keeps interrupting me, cussing, and telling me he use to be a police officer.

He asked me the same question three times before I finally said “How can I send them to the exact address when you don’t know where you are?” He said “No need to get snippy and be a bitch.” I hung up the phone.

My very next call was this same man only this time his name was “Steve” and he was at a building three blocks from the one he had just called in. He again told me a tenant of his had threatened him only this time it was a female with a kitchen knife. He was an asshole again, telling me he hadn’t just called in but I knew his voice and he gave the same story and kept insisting he was an ex-policeman.

Units went out to both address and, of course, he wasn’t at either one. I wondered if he is casing the places and wanted to see how fast law could get there.

Right before I left for the evening, the officer at the front desk which is up the street from us, sent me an instant message asking me to trace back someone’s phone number. Well, it was the same guy calling the desk then harrassing the desk officer.

I tell you what, I wanted to crawl through the phone and slap the guy. Tom, the other calltaker, said the guy had been a real asshole to him as well. I hate callers like this and wish we could have caught the guy because they’d arrest him for making false reports. Ugh.