that was scary

I have lived on my own for over 8 years now.

Up until recently it hasn't been something that has worried me or made me nervous.

Actually for the longest time I probably took it too lightly.

When I moved into my first apartment I would often sleep with my sliding glass door wide open to let the cool air in at night.

Definitely not one of my smarter moves.

As the years rolled on I did wise up, but not much.

I stopped sleeping with my sliding glass door open {by that time I was in a downstairs apartment though}. I just left the door open during the day...while I was at work.

I had a good reason though.

You see, not long after moving into that apartment I got a sweet little kitten.

{Apple's checking out her home for the first time}

She so longed to be outside frolicking in {and eating} the grass, chasing butterflies, and watching birds.


Given the opportunity she would bolt out the front door to try to do those things.

I refused to {willing} let her outside. I was in an apartment complex, so it wasn't an ideal place for her to be outside and I was worried for her safety {clearly mine wasn't as much of a concern}.

So in an effort to appease her I would often leave the sliding glass door open and the screen shut so she could gaze outside and hear the birds. {Okay, I am now realizing how mean that may have been!}

Shortly after I moved out of that apartment {into a place with an AWESOME backyard for my munchkin!} a news headline caught my eye. An apartment in my old complex was robbed. The man entered a downstairs apartment through a screen door!

That freaked me out a little.

About six months after that my grandpa was the victim of a home invasion.

Add in all the crappy stuff in the news, the house full of guys that live across the street that are always staring and watching me come and go, and the fact that someone stole my sample boxes of cereal out of my Sunday paper bag recently {I know it's dumb, but it seriously bugs me, after taking them they put my paper on my porch, it's normally on the walkway. It just didn't sit well with me that they came up to my house, who knows maybe they tossed it there, but still.} it doesn't exactly leave you feeling warm and fuzzy.

So yeah, I am slightly more uneasy then I use to be.

Well, the other night though I learned as uneasy as I have become, I am a lot braver {or stupider!} then I thought.

I tend to sleep pretty sound. Not much gets in the way of me and my sleep. I love it. I would marry it if I could.

I have a strong and noisy ceiling fan, plus a fan next to by bed so most noises get drowned out pretty well.

That wasn't the case the other night though.

At about 3am I hearing this loud crashing like sound.

Instantly I scream "Oh my gosh!!," throw my covers off the bed and jump up.

Panic.

I think to myself well this is it. It's happening. Someone's in the house.

My heart begins to race

What do I do?

I head straight down the hallway.

Seriously!

I don't grab the knife that I keep next to my bed or anything.

I just bolt out of my room unarmed and ready to face my fate.

I ended up in the living room and realized no one was in my house.

I then headed back down the hall listening. Nothing. No one trying to get in.

I walk into the bathroom and stand in front of the sink trying to calm down {and wake up!}

I look down and realize what exactly happened.

There was a murderer in the house.

A monstrous little being.


A bug murderer!

I found my blow dryer on the floor and a bottle of lotion, some of my make up, a bottle of hand soap and a half dead fly in the sink.

Somebody got a little too rambunctious during their late night hunting!

Good thing she's cute because she sure scared the heck out of me!