Attack of the Cacarootches

Okay. Last night my husband, Wendy, and I called it a night around 9:30. An unusual feature of our bedroom is a door leading outside. As I climbed into bed, I heard a ‘thump’ on the aluminum storm door. Odd. Then another. And another. “Something’s pounding against that door,” I told Wendy as he finished … Continue reading Attack of the Cacarootches