The Finch Formerly Known As Gold

15 March 2005

Tripping the lights fantastic

If it's dark enough outside and you get halfway from the driveway to my front door, the floodlights come on.

This is no big deal, but it got me wondering just how small an interloper can be spotted by the motion detector.

And while I was pondering this matter last night, the floodlights came on, and I got to the window in time to see one of the neighborhood cats at a slow, deliberate pace, as though he'd had nothing to do with it and just happened to be passing by.

Which could possibly be true — I mean, I didn't see the cat trip the beam. But he certainly wasn't startled by it.

Posted at 6:22 AM to Surlywood