Guess how I met them? If you can call peeking out the spy hole actually meeting them. :) Well, I got woke up at 12:45 A.M. by people carrying a mattress upstairs. Okay, I am thinking maybe they just found one...were sleeping on the floor and we should all feel sorry for them. They will go into the bedroom, throw the mattress down and fall asleep exhausted.
Uh, no. An hour and a half goes by with constant walking (I suspect they wear army boots) and scraping. Yes, at 2 a.m. they are moving furniture.
My husband isn't home. Just my 14-year-old daughter, our dog and I. I think about doing something and then have visions of a meth head up there. He will shoot us all and that will be that. I call my husband.
He is working on building a business with some other guys and they are pulling an all-nighter to get a project ready for a presentation. I call him. He tells me he will come home immediately (an hr drive) and then go back to work.
Now I am feeling stupid. What happened to that young woman who lived alone? Before she moved in with anyone, before 1st marriage to THE JERK, before marriage to my Prince Charming.
So I do what any woman would do. I reach for a weapon.
Yes, a weapon.
The broom. I go into the dining area where above me they are playing hockey or something. And I tap 3 quick times. EVERYTHING stopped.
So maybe they are not meth heads. Maybe they won't kill me. And no, my husband does NOT need to come protect me. As long as I have my broom.