My house has been pretty quiet in the mornings what with Number Four gone.
It's a little weird.
But also SUPER INCREDIBLY AWESOME.
Yesterday, after dropping everyone off, I got home and thought, "Jeepers, I can do whatever I want! So what do I want to do the VERY MOSTEST out of everything I could possibly do?" It didn't take very long to figure out what my very mostest wanted to do thing was.
I went back to bed.
For another TWO HOURS.
It was so great.
This morning though, I had to get some work done. So I spent most of the morning upstairs at the computer. And our heat kicked on, and I was thinking, "We have the loudest heater EVER." Because I hadn't realized before how loud the sound of rushing air could be when there is absolutely no other sounds in the house.
So I was sitting there, working, listening to hot air going through our vents and then I started hearing SOMETHING ELSE.
It was like a little thump or clunk.
Naturally, I went into full Ghost Hunters mode - it's really the only course to take in a situation like that. And I figured it could probably be debunked as maybe an extra heater noise, or a noise outside that was muffled by the heater, or something being blown over because of the heater. (Lots of thoughts about the heater this morning.)
But then I heard it again, and it was LOUDER. And it sounded like it was coming from the window downstairs in the living room.
When I heard it for the third time I could no longer pretend that it was something innocent. So I figured: a) there was definitely a ghost in the house, or b) some psycho stalking murderous rapist was trying to break in. There were just NO OTHER explanations. At all. NONE.
As it happened for the fourth (and loudest) time, I grabbed my cell phone and did the trick I learned from my cousin - I dialed 9-1-1 and then kept my finger over the send button in case it really was someone breaking in (brilliant, no?) Then I was all kung fu sneaky and headed down the stairs.
The noise happened again just as I was hitting the bottom stair. I was right - it was coming from the window in the living room. And do you want to know what it was?
The ghost of a psycho stalking murderous rapist!!
No, just kidding. It was an (obviously demented) robin, repeatedly flying into the window.
Why? I don't know. It stopped and flew away when I came into the room. I don't know if it could see me through the window or just decided to fly into someone else's window for awhile. Maybe it flew away to a little birdy mental institution?
But I was almost certain it was a ghost, before I actually found out what it really was.
And to be honest with you, I'm not entirely certain that the bird wasn't being enticed by ghosts to do it.