Who goes there??

It's 3am and Emerson has been wailing for half an hour in his room. Go back to sleep, go back to sleep, go back to sleep, UGH WHY WON'T HE GO BACK TO SLEEP??? All of the sudden, we hear scuffling in the patio which runs alongside our bedroom.

"Did you hear that?"
"Yeah..."
"Did you hear THAT?"
"YEAH."

JD flicks on the outside lights. It sounds like someone is on the roof. I go grab Emerson because 1) I can't take his pitiful cries anymore and 2) it's hard to tell where and what the sounds are through his crying. JD decides to investigate outside. Armed with his big bowie knife and Gidget, he braves whoever and whatever awaits him outside. Emerson and I are huddled together in the bedroom. The tension thick in the air as we wait. I sit in silence while Emerson, always the cool cucumber, starts pointing to everything in the room, "ooo. oooo. OOOO!"

Several minutes later, I hear JD and Gidget come back inside. JD gives a relieved chuckle, "Do you know what it was? A huge raccoon!" Whew! Threat level has gone from red back down to green. Thumb can now be removed from 911 speed dial. JD managed to snap a picture of it after it scuttled it's way over onto the neighbor's roof.



Look at his dark, hunkered shape. Those glowing, beady eyes. Oh yeah, he was up to no good. With a collective sigh of relief, we all climb back into bed.