Last night I wasn’t feeling too hot, so I went to bed early. In the middle of the night I heard a really loud *SNAP* sound, but I promptly fell back to sleep. I wasn’t the only one. The two cats didn’t budge. Jimmie reportedly got up briefly and laid back down and most telling– Henry didn’t make a peep. Henry. The Beagle! The one who loves to aroo! To put it in perspective, this is how my brother describes Henry:
He would bark at an ant taking a shit on a piece of cotton.
By the time I woke up in the morning, the sound was a distant memory, but I did ask Ryan about it.
“Mmpf. What was that sound last night? Did I dream that?”
Ryan said he heard it too, but we shrugged off. As Ryan shaved, he speculated on possible causes. Thinking that maybe the foundation shifted, he came back in the bedroom and looked out the window above my head. He got an odd look on his face.
“IS IT SNOW?!?!??!?!” I said and jumped up anxious to see a white dusting on the ground.
Instead I saw this:
In the middle of the night, someone took it upon themselves to shoot the bedroom window with a buckshot:
So let me recap:
The window above the bed got shot at.
And two dogs, two cats and two people managed to sleep through it!
Obviously no one in the room was hurt. That, I hope we would have actually noticed. : )
And yes, the police were called and they started an investigation. I felt for the poor guys as they searched for evidence outside the bedroom window. Not only was it unusually cold, but that’s the compost pile. To do their jobs, the forensic team had to search through our old rotting food! : )
Anyway, try not to fret too much and certainly don’t lose sleep over this incident.