Not crazy

I walked into the kitchen last night at 10:30pm because I heard some sort of commotion. The noise was louder than the scurrying of rodents, thankfully. Yet it wasn't at that mayhem noise level I am most familiar with - that sort of noise usually involves earth-shaking crashes and snarls as my dog and three cats throw a post-steak dinner garbage party on the kitchen floor.
The somewhere-in-between noise ended up being my husband getting himself a snack. Actually, what I interrupted was the...