Another creepy thing related to my last post?

When I was a baby, we lived in a rowhouse in Baltimore City. My parents came home one night, and nearly everything was gone. TV, appliances, even my stuffed Garfield toy.

As an invesigation turned up, there had been a man living in our basement. No, not kidding. This sick bastard had created a facade wall to blend in with our natural brick where he could sneak in and out undetected. You see, our basement was only storage at the time. As it turns out, it was a former owner's son. They arrested him later on other charges, but my parents never got their stuff back.



And for those concerned: my parents did call the police. And they're doing everything to upgrade security. Thanks for the concern. :)

So, while I was typing my last entry, Colby snuck up on me randomly. When he went "boo," I turned swinging. Instinct when I'm on edge and stressed, I guess. I turned bright red and apologized. Thank God I didn't whack him one. I had a male friend in high school who snuck up behind me and put his forearm over my throat to spook me. I flipped him over my shoulder. Adrenaline. Luckily, he'd also had training and landed in a way that didn't injure him.

I forsee herbal tea in my immediate future.