So last night I was lying in bed and all of a sudden the night air was shattered with what sounded like a bird flapping around desperately, calling out strange, strangulated calls. It continued for some time and as I was completely unable to sleep and really annoyed, I went to get my hubby to go and check on what I determined must be an injured bird or one being attacked by a cat or something.
Ok, to be honest, I also thought about Alfred Hitchcock and the movie, "The Birds" and considered that perhaps we were all going to die.
Even more reason to go and get hubby and have him check it out.
I opened the door, turned on the outside light, pushed him out the door in the general direction of the sound, closed the door, and went to watch from the safety of a window. I am not sure why we hold the curtains across our face like there is some kind of protective magnetic shield there. Actually, let's face it, even glass is not going to stop Zombies if they wanna eat your brains out or something. We might as well just all surrender to the monsters under our bed because we are never going to win against them. I don't care how strong your night light is.