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years ago, had some racoons climb in an open kitchen window and start ransacking the kitchen. Got to say it is scary to cross a creaky floor naked with a handgun when you can hear noises in the next room.
this window would require a ladder from outside so I think nothing of leaving it open. I now have screens on every window to keep out both the small and large pests.
Around 6 months ago.
Last month.
Last August when we had that earthquake down here. It knocked a few collectibles off the shelf and my paintball gun I use for bears of onto a tile floor. It is really strange and scary trying to get your witts about you when the house is still shaking.
Every time I leave the garage door open. The one time some raccoons woke us up, we were so grogy and disoriented that it would have been a mess if it was a person. The time before that, a drunk kid ended up on my enclosed porch at our apartment. I didn't handle that how I would have liked either.
Later tonight...sounds like a good idea.
I have practiced clearing mine several times, never had to do it for real. but I did have to clear my neighbors once, he was out of town and his wife called him and said she heard something and he called me to check it out, turned out to be nothing.
It was about a year or so ago, when I went to the store to get something. The wife thought I hadn't left yet and she pounded on the floor for me to come up from the basement, cause she had to tell me something.
Well when I get home I walk in the back door come up stairs and she starts yelling at me for not coming up and pounding on the ceiling back at her!
Out came the 1911 and I went through just about every nook and cranny in this house. Never found anything out of the ordinary..
i dunno...that actually sounds more spooky than scary!Quote:
Originally Posted by bryjcom
One night, I was sound asleep when I hear banging from the room across the hall. I look over to see if my wife is in bed... CRAP still in bed! About that time, as I jump out of bed and grab my 1911, the light comes on in the hallway. I swing around, disengage the thumb safety and end in my weaver stance just as the bedroom door opens. My finger moves to the trigger. Just as the figure comes through the door with my sights on it's head (don't know why COM wasn't my automatic response), I realize it is my wife. I lower the gun and do a few confused double takes at her and the bed. After pulling back the comforter, I realized that the pillows got lined up under the comforter in the shape of a person sleeping when my wife got up to pee. It's not a good feeling to have your wife's face on the other side of your pistol sights. THANK GOD for Shoot/No-shoot training. Getting in the habit of target ID before firing probably saved her life.