Bear or Burglar?
The other morning I woke up and walked downstairs only to find our front door WIDE open.
I had a distinct memory of locking it when I went up to bed the night before. But there it was, wide open, the cat glued to the screen door willing it to open so he could finally be free.
I did a quick scan of the living room to see if anything was out of place. Nope, just as messy as we left it. Laptop still there, TV accounted for, wood stove still in the corner. Hey, you never know. There could be a black market for wood stoves. But everything was in order, as far as I could tell.
So… bear or burglar?
My money’s on just the wind.
