Last Sunday morning started like every other day...walking Smidgey.🐶  Joe, Smidge, and I ventured out into the cool air and quiet neighborhoods of Zug. (Maureen slept in😌💤 )

Our stroll was much the same as it always is - constant surveillance for other dogs either walking on or off-leash, constant vigilance to keep Smidgey from eating 'sidewalk snacks' that always make her sick, and constant hope that this Smidgey-poo pile will be the last for the day. (It never is.)
But about halfway through our walk we noticed some footprints on the sidewalk...bloody footprints!😱

Two of the MANY footprints.
Being the inquisitive sort that we are, we followed the bloody footprints for TWO and a half blocks!

We discovered where they started:
A bunch of blood spots in front of an apartment building.
Then we followed them...

...and followed them, as the blood splatter...

...got messier and messier.
Always the right foot.

We followed the footprints until it led us to this bloody mess...

...which is right outside the ice hockey arena where the professional hockey team plays!

As concerned humans, we were worried about this poor person who must have lost a lot of blood to leave so many footprints for such a long distance. As critical thinkers, we wondered why anyone would go so far and not seek or receive medical attention for an obvious trauma. And as amateur forensic detectives, Joe and I tried to figure out the scenario of what might have happened: A hit and run? A stabbing?  A really bad nose bleed?

The mystery haunted us for a few days until I saw this article in the Zug Post - the English daily local news online. Apparently there was a fight between rival ice hockey fans at the café around the corner from our apartment - and exactly across the street from where we found the first drops of blood! Part of the melee was described by the restaurant worker as raucous fans "...kicking seats over, causing glasses and ashtrays to get broken." Though the article doesn't mention the bloody footprints and the hockey team spokesperson basically downplays the violence, CSI Joe and I found it to be consistent with someone (possibly drunk?) getting injured during the fight and bleeding all over the sidewalk as they walked to the arena to watch the hockey game (and hopefully receive medical treatment).

Who'd have thought we'd find such mystery and intrigue in our tiny neighborhood in Switzerland?

a crimson path
from here to there
a hockey fan's bloodline
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Rebecca Gomez said...

It's always interesting to see the paths people follow to inspiration, literally and figuratively. Hope this bleeder is doing okay!

Liz Steinglass said...

How creepy!

Bridget Magee said...

I know, right! We were glad Mo wasn't with us when we first saw the blood - bad dreams. Thanks for commenting, Liz!

Bridget Magee said...

Thanks for 'stopping' by, Rebecca. Yes, this is one of the weirder experiences/posts we've had since moving here. I hope the bleeder is OK, too. I lost some sleep worrying about them. =)

Jeanette Rebello said...

What suspense...What adventure! And you thought you were just going to take the dog for a routine outing. I was afraid you were going to end up coming face to face with a big, bloody hockey player. :)

Michelle Heidenrich Barnes said...

Egads, Bridget. Your story reminds me a bit of the gang of thugs that used to parade down the street causing a ruckus when we lived in a not-so-great area of Sydney. Hopefully this will not be a regular occurrence for you!

Bridget Magee said...

Coming face to face with a bloody hockey player or fan probably would not have been good for them or me, Jeanette. I am no good in bloody emergencies, but apparently pretty good with bloody mysteries. ;) Thanks for commenting.

Bridget Magee said...

Luckily this seems to have been a one time ruckus, Michelle. Our neighborhood is so quiet and well kept it is shocking something like this happened here. Makes for an interesting story though. ;)

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