At around 7 p.m., the Banging Brood made three blows on the shared wall between their dining area and mine. The blows were hard enough to feel vibrations, which are a sign that the blows are real and their true origin.
What was I doing that warranted such an assault upon the wall? I was poking around on the desk trying to locate some spools of crochet thread. I wanted to finish my seven "dragon egg" necklaces last night. A nice QUIET activity that doesn't require retaliation from viscous, vindictive little monsters next door.
