That Was NOT a Cicada

In every marriage, there's a moment in which you get to be the one who is right. My moment came on Saturday night.

On Saturday, a series of events led to my victory.

A two-week heatwave was flaming out in a 105-degree burst of glory.
My brother- and sister-in-law and their two daughters were staying the weekend.
A door between the garage and the house was left open.

When I realized the door had been open, I went to look for Petunia. She's never left the garage before, but she has visited it...