On October 3, 2016, clowns invaded Lawrence, Kansas sending the people into a frenzy. Who are these clowns? Why are these clowns here? What do they want with us?! These are just a few of the questions I asked when I heard about this monumental event .
Twitter was heated and so were the fraternity members and sorority members who first spotted the clown in their yard. The fraternity members promptly came after the clown with bats in hand. After they saw the clown, who apparently was in a tree, they decided to call the fearless Lawrence Police Department. When the LPD was asked on Twitter about the clowns, they responded with the solid statement of, “It’s not illegal to be a clown.”
I was with two of my roommates when I heard about the clowns. I admit, we were excited. How often does this sort of thing happen? Killer clowns making their way across campus-does this mean class will be cancelled? Unfortunately no such cancellation occurred, but an impromptu clown hunt did. That’s right, we took it upon ourselves to potentially save the city from an invasion far worse than Oak Mites.
Upon leaving our house at roughly 11 p.m. on a Monday night (wet hair, pyjamas and all), we were stoked. But before leaving, my roommate did tell me to grab my pepper spray…”ya know, just in case.” I hid my eye roll as I grabbed the spray and headed out the door. We decided it best to run to my roommate’s car that was parked not three feet away from the front door; you never know where those pesky clowns may be hiding. We sped away from the safety of our home and straight into the line of fire.
As we drove through campus at lightening speed, we suddenly had the thought of what if we actually came across a clown? What would we really do? I wanted to say we would be brave, laugh and calmly drive away, but in reality I felt like it would go down as more of a scream-and-quickly-drive-away- while-getting-a-good-snapchat-out-of-it kind thing. Once we were arrived at the place where the clown was spotted, we were met with the sight of a lone, brave police officer, who looked like he could really use a vacation.
Deciding that we may have better luck elsewhere, we rushed over to Daisy Hill where another clown was seen earlier that night. When we got there though, nothing exciting was going on. We missed our chance.
And with this, Twitter/SnapChat fame was just out of our grasp because we didn’t actually ever end up seeing a clown, so we headed back to a clownless home.
The End.
