More unexplainable activity! This time, in MY LAIR!
Thursday night/Friday morning, about 2:10 a.m., I heard walking upstairs in Genius's room. Of course it was not Genius. He is living in Pittsburgh. His room is a catch-all for items we are planning to do something with. I'd say nobody goes in there but Hick, maybe once or twice a month, to deposit or retrieve something.
I know I heard the walking at 2:10 a.m., because I was sitting in my OPC (Old People Chair), watching a Cagney & Lacey on DISH channel 291. It comes on at 2:00 a.m. now, along with an afternoon version at 3:00 p.m. I had just gotten comfortable. The opening credits and commercials were done. I heard walking.
It was three footsteps. Maybe four. I didn't think much of it. Just glanced at the clock. I assumed The Pony had gotten up for the bathroom. Not that he does his business in Genius's room! The boys' bathroom is between their bedrooms. Directly over my head, as you may recall from the seeping toilet incident.
I hadn't heard The Pony's bedroom door open, though. Nor the bathroom door close. But maybe I wasn't paying attention, with my show just starting. I didn't hear any more walking until after 3:00. This sounded more like it came from The Pony's room, to the bathroom. Again. Not a big deal. I gave it no more thought. Not even to blog about. The upstairs walking is pretty routine.
Friday around 2:30 p.m., The Pony carried my lunch tray down to my dark basement lair. He came trotting back up the steps.
"Oh, Mom. You don't want to go down there yet. I came to get my phone. A bunch of stuff is on your office floor, right where you walk to your chair. I'm getting a picture, and then I'll pick it up for you."
"What KIND of stuff?"
"Stuff off your shelf, I guess. There were four things. A box of envelopes, two DVD sets, and a single DVD case."
"Oh. That big box of envelopes? I have it on the end, and as I use up the envelopes, it isn't heavy enough to act as a bookend. Did it fall on my desk by the computer?"
"No. On the floor. Between the door and your chair."
"I don't see how that could happen if the stuff fell over."
"You can come look, but I'll pick it up so you can walk there. I'm still getting a picture."
I won't show you the picture, to shame me for my heater-burnt clear plastic chair mat, and dusty floor, and crumbling tiles. But I WILL take a picture from my chair in front of New Delly, and show you what I THOUGHT had fallen, and what actually fell.
I thought it was this stuff on the right. The box of 150 envelops, and the ER complete 7th season DVDs. They haven't actually toppled before, but in the previous box of envelops, they got shoved over as it became almost empty. But no. They were fine.
The items I saw on the floor are behind the manila envelopes. I set them back up there, and noticed that the ER box was lightweight. It's an ER computer game, not DVDS. Under it, though, is the Seinfeld Season 7 box set. It is HEAVY! There are four or five individual plastic DVD cases in the box. Under Seinfeld are 17 Kids and Counting (the Duggars before they popped out a couple more kids). It's an individual DVD case that has two discs inside. Not real heavy, but heavier than the ER computer game. The other box of envelopes must have been on top of them. I moved them down by the door. To redistribute the load on my shelf!
It's a small box, only 40 envelopes, and I don't think it's full. So not too heavy. I don't understand how only that one section got flung off the shelf. Nothing else moved. Just those four items in a single stack. They didn't cascade down onto the counter below. They leapt right to the open floor.
It's like that time when Genius still lived at home, and we heard a noise in his room, and found that a board game had jumped off his top shelf. Only one. Just shot off the shelf and onto his carpeted floor. Nothing else was disturbed. Except MY NERVES!
No critter could have been running along behind them, as everything up there was flush with the wall. If a critter stood on top and jumped, its tiny handlike feet would have pushed the stack against the wall. Newton's 3rd Law of Motion: Action/Reaction! Besides, there's been no sign or sound of any critter-intruder since Hick sticky-trapped that freakish baby mole.
I'm glad The Pony acted as my scout, finding the disarray before I walked into it, holding my magical elixir, two bubba cups of ice, and a lunch tray! I might have screamed and thrown my arms up and SPILLED MY 44 OZ DIET COKE!
At least the activity was between 2:00 a.m. when I left my lair, and 2:30 p.m. when I returned. Not sure if the phantom footsteps were related.