Goodness Gracious
Last night I heard a tremendous BOOM come from the spare room and I got freaked out because I was alone in the house and Phoebe has no claws. So in an act of lunacy, I tiptoed to my room and got my machete. Then the lights went out. And I nearly shat myself. But then the lights came back on and I went back to the family room to finish watching Conan. I decided that if there was anyone in the house, they would hear the tv and probably come out apologizing and asking if they could join me. I would say yes, but if they tried anything I would slit their throat.