Midnight larfs

Speaking of feeling vulnerable and out of your element, Pavel plunked down beside me last night and announced that someone had left a death threat on our answering machine.

"You will be murdered," the message said in Spanish. "You do not know by whom. Be careful, be careful, be careful." And then they hung up.

I thought Pavel was joking. Pavel has been known to roll his eyes back into his head and speak in zombie voices just to creep me out. Pavel was not, this time, joking.

I was not amused, giving in to a few panicked tears. If this was a joke, it was a sick one. How did they get our phone number? Do they know us? Is there any chance this is real?

I was scared. Pavel shushed me.

This is the Mexico City equivalent of "Hey, is your refrigerator running? Better go catch it then!", apparently.

A message like this would be a crime in Canada, even when stated under the guise of a joke.

I'm still not terribly impressed. Nice bloody joke.