A Special Place

I guess it should come as no surprise to me that there is a villain in my life. Even heroes with super powers have to deal with foes who set out to cause destruction. Why should I be any different? I don't even have super powers. If I did, I would rope her with my Lasso of Truth.

  
Because I am no super hero, I have to deal with it like any other mortal would-- by writing it on my website for all to read.


This villain is short with bug eyes and frizzy hair. 
Just for laughs we will call her The Troll. 
This is what she looks like:

Well, it's almost what she looks like. She isn't cool enough to have pink hair.


Here are a few things she has done in attempt to cause chaos in my life:

She has called my job, landlord, and my insurance company.

She has followed me to work and around town.

She has taken random pictures of me while I watch my daughter's little league games and even when I go grocery shopping.

She says mean things about me to my children.




I don't think she has ever read a comic book. Otherwise, I think she would know that bad guys never win. 

She goes to church and thinks God has a special place for her despite her mischievous antics.


I, too, believe there is a special place for The Troll.