surreptitiously

1. obtained, done, made, etc., by stealth; secret or
unauthorized; clandestine: a surreptitious glance.
2. acting in a stealthy way.
3. obtained by subreption; subreptitious.
[Middle English, from Latin surreptīcius, from surreptus, past participle of surripere, to take away secretly : sub-, secretly; see sub- + rapere, to seize; see rep- in Indo-European roots.]

Stealth isn't something I'm very good at, but its a lot of fun. Today's victims were Jeff and Rebecca, mostly Rebecca.

Today James and I braved the socially-acccepted-mailbox-color-perfection of the Village (the "planned" neighborhood where Rebecca and Jeff live) to dragonize their house.

We had only three dragons, next time I will try to bring many more. I hope they notice the newly planted Chinese serpents when they come home tonight; they're kinda small and few in number, but hopefully they won't fade too much into the environment. Also, hopefully, their neighbors won't pluck them from the front yard in a fit of self-righteous homogeny.

It was fun being random today. The sun is out and I'm in a good mood. I came home and picked up James who was sick today and we drove across town through 3 school zones and placed the party decorations in their front yard. It would be neat to see their reactions, hopefully it won't be too scary to come home to find dragons in the St. Augustine.

My previous, failed attempt at being stealthy

The last random secret mission I did was dropping off a Xmas cactus belted with helium balloons at their front door to wish R good luck in the Vegas marathon. Neither Rebecca nor Jeff were home, and I wanted R to find it when she got home from work.

Unfortunately right as I was leaving her house Jeff came home... I was in my car, but hadn't started it yet. I was trapped; my car was parked on the street a little down the road, but not far enough away for safety. I watched as he pulled up into the driveway and I was scared to start my engine for fear he would hear the engine and look up. He put the motorcycle in his garage, looked at the front door, saw the balloons, looked back in the garage to do something else with his bike, looked back at the balloons, then looked around to see who'd left it - spotting me. I was devastated that my Tyr. Rex method of invisibility (if you sit there unmoving, they can't see you) didn't work.

But today I wasn't caught at the scene of the crime. So we'll see if they get home tonight and immediately figure out who dragonized their yard, if they even see them. If they don't see them, maybe the dragons will grow.