I'm a very light sleeper and I have a very active dream life. Combine this with strange noises on the roof, and, well, I've concocted some odd theories.
For example, I swear that I've been woken several times on the night before garbage pickup by what sounds like a person walking on the roof.
Why garbage night?
Why would anyone be on our roof?
I don't know, but it freaks me out every damn time. So, inevitably, I wake up E and try to get him to be concerned about what is obviously a human walking on our roof as well.
For some reason, he never is. He generally tells me it's a possum and forgets that we had the conversation by morning.
So, there I was today, working from home, rushing to get everything done so I can take FOUR CONSECUTIVE DAYS OFF OF WORK!
And what do you know, I heard the mysterious roof-walker again. This time, I was awake, dressed, and ready to attack.
I ran outside and found myself greeted by friggin' animal planet. I kid you not...
As I left the front of the house, two black squirrels scampered down our apricot tree, skittering in squirrel at me as if to scold me for breaking up their party. Simultaneously, no less than 5 crows flew from the roof and alighted over my head to nearby trees, while several other big fat black crows observed my speedy entrance to the front yard from the grass and driveway with suspicion.
And, when I finally got to where I could see the roof, there, by the electrical tie-in, sat a solitary, very large, very wise raven, who just stared down at me with disdain.