"She was always beautifully dressed."

As you've probably heard by now, 17 men...no, wait, make that 12 men and 5 youths, have been arrested in Toronto on suspicion of participating in a terrorist group that planned to blow up parliament and cut off Canadian Prime Minister Stephen Harper's head.

But get this guys -- one of the terrorists is married to a woman from CAPE BRETON! WHERE I'M FROM! How cool I mean shocking is that?!

Apparently, she was just a normal Cape Breton girl named Cheryl, interested in all the normal Cape Breton girl things -- the highland fling, the Gaelic language, singing, crafts, jihad.

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Then she met and married "a muslim prayer leader and factory worker" and "went that way," as one of her uncles put it in the Globe and Mail, changing her name to the ancient Islamic "Cheryfa."

"Staff at the Gaelic College of Celtic Arts and Crafts, which is nestled in the steep Cape Breton highlands, remember her in her dance kilt, a pretty girl with light brown hair..."

Nobody comes right out and says it, but the underlying message is clear -- you can't do the highland fling in no burkha.

"She was always beautifully dressed," said a former staff member who didn't want her name used. (I assume she didn't want to be quoted saying something complimentary about a woman has since gone "that way.")

Elsewhere in the Globe and Mail, neighbors of Cheryfa and her husband Qayyum Abdul Jamal, said Jamal rarely smiled and his wife "wasn't much of a talker, either."

"One thing I can tell you for sure -- this guy was weird," said Jerry Tavares, a neighbour. "There was one time I said, 'Hi,' and he just looked at me. That was it."

Now this strikes me as...MY GOD! IT'S JUST HIT ME! MY APARTMENT BUILDING IS FULL OF TERRORISTS!

They ALL just look at me when I say "hi" and that little old lady who was having such trouble getting her wheeled bag up to the third floor yesterday probably had it packed full of fertilizer.

Because if terrorism can touch Cape Breton, it can touch YOU. Or more to the point, ME.