There’s a monster on my roof right now. OK, maybe not a monster, but something big! Maybe not BIG exactly, but bigger than a bird or a mouse.
You see, it’s late, E3 decided that he wanted a midnight snack (did I ever mention that I type one-handed while nursing the baby?)
Something is walking on my roof, and making quite a racket! This is just the sort of thing Hubby is good at. I’m not going out there to shine a flashlight on the pest. It’s dark! and my lazy dogs are all asleep.
It’s probably just an opossum family. They creep me out.
My knight-in-shining-armor needs to return.