Church this morning (which was wonderful), then Gary got a bee in his bonnet about cleaning out our bedroom closet. Our bedroom is the former now attached one-car garage, and the closet has been home to some strange being(s) at some time or another. The past two nights we've heard knocking in the walls, and last night's sleep was just wretched. I was even convinced that something was galloping across our floor. Ick.
The strangest thing he found in the closet (I was scared to look...truly) was a tiny dish with a tiny cloth in it and on that scrap were some pieces of dog food and some acorns. I kid you not. Do we live in a Beatrix Potter existence here, or what?
Anyway, cuteness aside, the closet looks a winner now and he set traps. Life living in a garage...you just never know what'll happen. :)
