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Just in time for the holiday season, we had a friendly visitor come down the chimney and into our home last night. Only instead of being jolly, fat, and dressed in red this little guest was little, brown, and possibly rabid.

At about 1:30 in the morning Amanda thought she heard something. No, that's not quite right. She thought she had heard something AND felt it fly past her in our bed. She did her best to collect herself and listened for "it" again. When she heard it in the bathroom she woke me up, saying that there was, um, something in the bathroom. Still in a stupor, I asked her to elaborate. She said that there was "an animal… or a bird… in the bathroom." I listened for it for a moment and then heard a clicking, rustling sound from that direction.

I jumped out of bed, threw on some jeans, grabbed the aluminum baseball bat that I keep around for occasions such as this, and went on patrol. I flipped on the light in the bathroom and… nothing. I proceeded down the hall toward the "school room" and looked inside. It was still dark, but there was enough light from the hall light that I could see in. That's when I saw it. Continue reading this post »