I love being right. Most people won’t just come right out there and say it, but I do! I will also admit to you, that I am not right that often. I may be being slightly modest, for Mike’s sake. So, when I told Mike that I think we might have some little varmint living under our stairs in our back entryway, I knew I had a fifty/fifty shot of winning this one. I have to take a few steps back in this story, because this “varmint” debate has been going on for quite some time. We live in Chicago, in a split level apartment. For those of you that are not familiar, it means we have an upstairs neighbor that we share a back and front entryway/stairwell with. So, you walk through the outside door and there is the door to our apartment and a staircase leading to the upstairs apartment. Got it? Good. Mike has this bad habit of rushing in at night without closing the back entry door behind him. Since I am a paranoid person who is always thinking somebody is going to want to break in or hide out there and attack me, I always …

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