No, really.
I'm a light sleeper, and I live in an apartment by myself. Around 2am this morning, I'm awakened by a sliding CRASH! in my apartment. Needless to say, I sit bolt upright and grab my Sig out of the safe, and put my cellphone earpiece in, with 911 on the speed dial. I sit there in bed with the Sig trained on the door, waiting for any further noise. After about 3 minutes, I yell "Get out of here!". No response. OK. Whatever happened, it's over. I come out of the bedroom, cell phone and pistol at the ready. I turn on all the lights, check the door. It's locked, and all the windows are intact. What the...? Oh.
In the kitchen, I had left some fresh challah bread dough to rise overnight on top of the fridge. As the dough rose, it unbalanced the metal pan it was in just enough to tip it off the rack on top of the fridge and crash six feet to the floor.
The next morning, I killed, baked, and ate the intruder after chopping him into slices.
I'm a light sleeper, and I live in an apartment by myself. Around 2am this morning, I'm awakened by a sliding CRASH! in my apartment. Needless to say, I sit bolt upright and grab my Sig out of the safe, and put my cellphone earpiece in, with 911 on the speed dial. I sit there in bed with the Sig trained on the door, waiting for any further noise. After about 3 minutes, I yell "Get out of here!". No response. OK. Whatever happened, it's over. I come out of the bedroom, cell phone and pistol at the ready. I turn on all the lights, check the door. It's locked, and all the windows are intact. What the...? Oh.
In the kitchen, I had left some fresh challah bread dough to rise overnight on top of the fridge. As the dough rose, it unbalanced the metal pan it was in just enough to tip it off the rack on top of the fridge and crash six feet to the floor.
The next morning, I killed, baked, and ate the intruder after chopping him into slices.