So, this weekend, these things happened:
|Riley watched 'The Labyrinth' while holding a pool noodle.|
|Big brother read to Little Sister as a lovely respite from all of the sibling rivalry.|
|Zoey was cute.|
|Sometimes they were both cute.|
Last night we discovered that we probably have a shambling horror somewhere in our house. Let me add that Russell and I aren't the type to be influenced by scary movies, Halloween, etc. into thinking that things are bumping in the night. That being said, we were fast forwarding through some commercials last night, and in the relative silence, heard this popping, dragging, slurping type sound coming from the dark basement. I immediately went all mentally Lovecraft and envisioned something horrible, and Russell and I exchanged grave looks before he informed me that he'd heard the same thing the prior evening. (I keep accidentally typing 'hurt' instead of 'heard'. Lots of Freudian slips this morning). The cat was of course sitting creepily at the top of the stairs staring down into the basement, but his tail wasn't like a puff of black cotton candy affixed to his ass so I took that as a good sign.
Meaning we have a FRIENDLY shambling horror in our house.
Or maybe mice? Do they make sucking type noises?