There I was, enjoying a breezy Summer Junior (it’s Florida, we don’t really have “Spring”) evening on my back porch. The sun was almost fully set, the bug zappers were keeping the mosquito population to a minimum, and I had my feet propped up after a long day. The neighborhood had fallen into that late-evening hush.
The quiet was broken violently as something dropped from my rooftop into a bushy tree that grows up close to the house on the porch side. Bolting upright to catch a glimpse, all I could see was a flash of