Sh!t.
Now the picture that should go on our Christmas cards. I jump up and throw on my boots. Unlaced. Old tshirt and my '#1 Dad' (fathers day gift) PJ pants, grab the AK and run down there. Didn't see anything in the house and all the cats are mellow. I send in the dog. He goes in and lays down. OK. Unlikely there's anyone in there but I go through the house room by room clearing it anyway. Thankfully nothing. The wife had left the lights on and the movement she saw was likely one of the cats. I was shaking the whole time but all the Army and 'tactical' training kicked in along w/ a few gallons of adrenaline. Needless to say it took me awhile to settle back down.
The next day rumors were flying. Half a dozen spottings of them all over the place, a murder involved, etc. They were caught in Kentucky later in the day.
Then came reports of an attempted child abduction in the next town.
What a wonderful time to be alive.

