So last night I am on facebook minding my own business in the rabbit room while Dave is sleeping when all of a sudden there is a loud, boom boom splatter splash clang from the kitchen. Of course my mind automatically goes to killer who somehow shimmied in our second story kitchen window. So here I am with the rabbit thinking , this rabbit better be ready to attack when the murderer makes it to our room. I barricade myself in the room and wait a while and of course now I start hearing all sorts of noises that in hindsight were nothing but at the time were "I bet he is letting all his murderer friends in through the front door now" ( now i know why my dad likes a door that needs a key on both sides, cuz then once the murderer is in the house he can't just let all his murderer friends in)..It was like 130am and didn't want to wake any of my friends up so I call
@paul who was three hours behind in vegas, but he did not answer , though I pretended he did and talked loudly to the dial tone about how tough I am to scare off the murderer.
Anywho, after waiting a while I finally decide to sneak out of the room and into the bedroom where Dave is sleeping. I try to wake him up and get him to go search out the killers with me but he just continues sleeping so I grab a stapler and the vacuum hose thing and head for the kitchen. What I was going to do with a stapler and vaccuum hose is kinda not clear but they seemed like the best weapons at the time. Staplers are kinda scary actually if you think about it. Who wants to be stapled? I sure don't? BUt then you kind have to be in close proximity to staple someone but like if they are about to stab you, a quick staple to their face might just save your life. and on second thought if they do stab you, you could staple your wound shut? So really at first I thought the stapler was a bad idea but it turns out it is prolly very useful and a good weapon/healing device.Anyway, way off track now.
So I go into the kitchen , mind you if someone was really in the kitchen I would most likely freeze in panic , fall to the ground and die. I am not what one would call a survivor. I never thought I would be. I would never be the person on those shows who fought back or last months hiding out or anyting like that, I would most likely just die of fright after peeing my pants. But anywho I was feeling tough with my stapler and vaccuum hose, go into the kitchen and....
NOONE was there. The box of triscuits just fell off of our crooked shelf and knocked some silverware on the counter onto the floor. BUT , did the triscuits fall or were they pushed over/ So now I have to search the whole apartment for the murderer but come up empty handed.
So you would think ok no murderer must mean a happy mike .NOPE. Now since there is no murderer I decided it must be a ghost and thus did not sleep well at all last night ...but as of today no murderers or ghosts so I guess it really was just a box of triscuits all along. WHo knew?