martha
Blue Crack Supplier
A few nights ago, I was awakened by loud crunching in my kitchen. The cat was asleep pretty much on my arm, and the dog was sleeping next to the bed. Husband wasn't home. That ruled out anybody who should have been crunching in the dark. I got up, without putting on my glasses, and stumbled out to the kitchen. Mrs. Useful Dog went with me. When I switched on the light, there was nobody there. However, I did hear a strange sound that sounded like a revving engine of a toy. My glasses revealed nothing new, except that the revving toy seemed to be under the pantry. The dog just stood there, wagging. Back to bed.
The next night, I heard the same crunching. Well, I had conferred with the husband, and he had heard the crunching a few nights earlier, but without the revving sound. The crunching was again not caused by any authorized eater, due to sleeping animals and absent husbands. This time, I had my glasses with me. The lights again revealed nothing, but the dog proved more useful; she ran a little towards her dog dish. I called her back because I had figured out (finally) that the revving sound was actually a growl! Sure enough, the growl was much louder this time, and I could see a little raccoon paw sticking out from under the pantry!! I decided to go back to bed.
Well, your Martha wasn't born yesterday! We no longer leave dog and cat food sitting out over night! And eventually, we'll put the flap of the dog door down. No more offensive crunching and growling at night, thanks.
The best part is, we live in an incredibly suburban area, not really anywhere near wildlife!!
Thanks for reading this far. Now go back to work.
The next night, I heard the same crunching. Well, I had conferred with the husband, and he had heard the crunching a few nights earlier, but without the revving sound. The crunching was again not caused by any authorized eater, due to sleeping animals and absent husbands. This time, I had my glasses with me. The lights again revealed nothing, but the dog proved more useful; she ran a little towards her dog dish. I called her back because I had figured out (finally) that the revving sound was actually a growl! Sure enough, the growl was much louder this time, and I could see a little raccoon paw sticking out from under the pantry!! I decided to go back to bed.
Well, your Martha wasn't born yesterday! We no longer leave dog and cat food sitting out over night! And eventually, we'll put the flap of the dog door down. No more offensive crunching and growling at night, thanks.
The best part is, we live in an incredibly suburban area, not really anywhere near wildlife!!
Thanks for reading this far. Now go back to work.