"I think the Dugarts ordered something wrong. Or a lot of things"
That's the only explanation that Mom could come up with. The drones had been buzzing overhead all day long. Dad was getting really annoyed when they kept coming at night. Like clockwork, every two minutes, for nine hours and counting.
One would come, drop off the medium sized box on the little 'Apiary TM', fly away, and hit the powerlines.
ZAAAAP.
The lights in the house would flicker, but nothing much past that. The drones, about a meter wide, with eight propellers and those little sick legs, started piling up in the Dugart's and Garcia's back yards. There were hundreds piled up now.
The cops came, and the firefighters too. Eventually PG&E guys came out to shut down the power, but they found that the line was the only one that was providing electricity to the Firehouse. So, to power was kept on. For safety reasons.
ZAAAAP.
Another one dropped the package, flew up, and promptly killed itself. Mrs. Dugart wouldn't tell Mom what was in the boxes. Her face got real red when I asked her. Must be something embarrassing.
Mom said that they tried calling it in, but the hotline directed them to an email to send. So, the cops sent an email. The reply email said it may take two weeks for a response. So the cops drove off. Then the firetrucks left.
ZAAAAP.
When Mrs. Dugart was tols to take her "Rookery TM" down, she thought it was a good idea. Then one of the drones tried to deliver the package to our house. Mrs. Dugart got really embarrassed then. So she put the little platform back up, this time with a tilt so that the packages would just slide off once delivered. She ran around trying to pick them all up just as soon as they landed, dodging the falling drones in her backyard.
"I think the Dugarts ordered something wrong. Or a lot of things"
That's the only explanation that Mom could come up with. The drones had been buzzing overhead all day long. Dad was getting really annoyed when they kept coming at night. Like clockwork, every two minutes, for nine hours and counting.
One would come, drop off the medium sized box on the little 'Apiary TM', fly away, and hit the powerlines.
ZAAAAP.
The lights in the house would flicker, but nothing much past that. The drones, about a meter wide, with eight propellers and those little sick legs, started piling up in the Dugart's and Garcia's back yards. There were hundreds piled up now.
The cops came, and the firefighters too. Eventually PG&E guys came out to shut down the power, but they found that the line was the only one that was providing electricity to the Firehouse. So, to power was kept on. For safety reasons.
ZAAAAP.
Another one dropped the package, flew up, and promptly killed itself. Mrs. Dugart wouldn't tell Mom what was in the boxes. Her face got real red when I asked her. Must be something embarrassing.
Mom said that they tried calling it in, but the hotline directed them to an email to send. So, the cops sent an email. The reply email said it may take two weeks for a response. So the cops drove off. Then the firetrucks left.
ZAAAAP.
When Mrs. Dugart was tols to take her "Rookery TM" down, she thought it was a good idea. Then one of the drones tried to deliver the package to our house. Mrs. Dugart got really embarrassed then. So she put the little platform back up, this time with a tilt so that the packages would just slide off once delivered. She ran around trying to pick them all up just as soon as they landed, dodging the falling drones in her backyard.
ZAAAAP.