Truman has taken to crawling under the dresser in our room to hide when the girls are cranky or Harry needs someone to whack around a bit. There is only about a 3” clearance for him to squeeze in under the front, and routinely I jump when I lean over to match a pair of black socks or something only to notice a leg sticking out or maybe his pink nose breathing on my toe.

When I went in to pull the 3’ tall column fan out from its normal corner yesterday, this is what I found behind the fan. Vaguely reminiscent of the Wicked Witch of the West, I think. Got a pretty good scream out of me, that’s for sure!