GibsonGirl said:
I live in a tiny rural Canadian town, and thus have no need to check out curious noises. If I hear something, I assume it's a moose outside and go back to sleep.
But, it could be an
evil moose. Or Toni-Marie Wiseman!
No knife, but a few weeks ago, I got the axe out (okay, a very worn and tiny hatchett I used in the winter to get ice off the steps). I woke up at about two in the morning after hearing a large thud. I thought it came from the front door. I jumped out of bed...my senses on high alert. I was preparing to be murdered.
Like GG, I'm from a quiet part of the province, a place where we often don't lock our doors at night. But I'm now living in the "big" city! Sometimes I even hear sirens!
The truth is, a murder here is about as rare a great band coming to town--a unique and rare event. When one does happen, it's usually a product of a family spat...drunken cousins playing a card game gone wrong...that kind of thing.
Anyway, after walking outside, looking in the trees, and saying "Hello?" to no response, I ventured back in, and started scoping the place out a bit inside. Something drew me to the laundry room. Something awful...the source of the thud. I looked down on the floor and immediately saw the large pool of...
laundry detergent.
The entire container had fallen from the top of the dryer