Kooky

I'm officially "that crazy neighbor". Yesterday evening our smoke detector went off probably three times while I was cooking a pizza. Our smoke detectors are not wimpy in any way. They don't just beep, they scream. No doubt our neighbors heard it every time it went off since our windows were wide open (because it's that loud!), and they could probably see me through the windows madly waving a dish towel under the detector to make it stop - three times. And right after that, the neighbor boy came over to pick up his little sister that had been over playing with Kate. I'm sure the little girl went home and told her mom and dad how I almost burned down the house. But as the boy is standing at the front door, we notice this ginormous spider on the wall outside. Then, we noticed one of the Halloween decorations (a bat windsock) was entangled in a bush out front from the wind we'd had this week. So Kate proceeds to run out and get the bat and hand it too me. As I shake it, I notice I'm being pelted with something like sand. So I shake it harder. I realize there is no sand in the bush and look down at the sidewalk and there are ANTS everywhere. I scream, throw the bat, and start brushing off my arm and shaking out my hair. Kate says, "Oh, look mom, there's Hailey!" One of our neighbors and her mom are walking down the sidewalk. Then I look a little harder. There in the twighlight is not one, but THREE of our neighbors out in their yards. Nice. I'm officially the kook on the street. Maybe our house will be the one the kids dare each other to get candy from on Halloween.