A couple of nights ago, a bottom piece of wood to a kitchen cabinet fell off, hit some vinegar bottles siting on the kitchen counter, and fell onto the floor. It was the middle of the night. We were asleep and the noise sounded as if the house had been hit by a meteorite. The Big Guy launched himself bleary eyed from bed, and daddy long-legged into the kitchen, yelling all the while, “What was that? What was that? What was that?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know,” I replied.
So he said again, “What was that?”
And then, we saw the wood piece to the cabinet in the middle of the kitchen floor. Instead of manna from heaven it was a wood piece from God-knows-where. We had to search around to figure out what happened.
Then, last night apparently we had a mid-night raid by some sort of giant raccoon who is able to turn over Recology trash cans and sort through the delicacies discarded therein. This is what the raccoon decided he liked:
Stale Hamburger buns – DELICIOUS! Sliced the bag open. Ate all of them. Left bread crumbs everywhere.
Egg Shells – Not so much. Ate one. Crushed another.
Spoiled Turkey Cutlet – Cut the bag. Took a whiff. Left it behind.
Little Dog Poo in pick up bags – Sorted through all the bags. Piled them up. Did not open a single one. (No dummy. Little Dog may be little but her poo is lethal)