Last week, I knocked a wall vase off the wall. It didn’t break, but I couldn’t find the hook it was hanging on anywhere. Even Frank looked. Ah, well–it’d turn up. Last night, around 4:30 am, it did.
Plink. Plink. Plink. Over and over. Something metal hitting something hard. I listened. Ah, Toulouse is at the food bowl. But no. While he’s crunching away–plink. Plink. Plink. Gyro was at my head. Roxie was under the bed. Plink. Plink. Plink. We have no other animals in the house except the fish, and I’m pretty sure they were in their tanks.
Plink. Plink. Plink. I sat up. Plink. I turned on my iphone flashlight and went into the kitchen. There, in the middle of the floor outside my bedroom, right where it should have been after coming out of the wall, the little metal hanger.
Now, I’m not saying it was anything besides strange. I’m just putting it here because it was kind of eerie, kind of cool.
Happy Bastille Day!