After the situation with the Gila Monster, Circe had some preparations to make. That involved two things. A little crafting, and visiting a sporting goods store.


To acquire a pair of lacrosse sticks and a length of hockey net. The former to search under things, the latter to catch living things that were hiding under the things poked into by the sticks.


"Fixing your field little lady?"The clerk was probably younger then Circe. Buff though. Roid or excellent workout program. Eh, Circe didn't care.


"Nope," she pops the P. "Work was cleaning out shit in storage and we had ta shove a Gila Monster inta a trash bin." She is cheerfully honest about this. That got a confused look from the clerk though.


"Uuuuh," it takes the kid a minute to recover, "Shouldn't you have specialized equipment for that? Or call animal control?"


"Tch," Circe scoffs as she motions for him to ring her up, "That is expensive and takes time, respectively if ya think about it." Circe laughs, "Oh ho ho ho! Besides, if nothing shows up we don't want ta spend to much. Saaay," Circe looks at him with a suggestive expression.


"Ummm, yes?"


"Ya don't have, like, army boots or hiking boots?" She sweetly asks.


"Why army boots?"


"Well they're supposed ta be armored, so figure foot safety, right?" Circe asks with stil sweetness.


"That, doesn't sound right." She got the kid to ring her up more quickly with the asks, making it more awkward. He wasn't even cute when flustered, just off his game and wanting her gone.


At least he stopped trying to impress her. She'd have never stopped laughing at him if she'd not stopped him. That'd take into the time of adding padding to the net's ends. Mostly with duct tape, since she had so much and all that.