Ruh-roh!
Last night was poker night. I carried Buyo upstairs and put him into the spare bedroom, and I went into the living room for a bit on my laptop to finish off my evening with John. After he'd gone to bed, I went into the bedroom to check on Buyo. As I did, I noticed a bunch of glass on the floor. Naturally, my first thought was that he'd knocked something off a shelf or bookcase. I looked a bit closer, and realized there really wasn't anything breakable in that particular vicinity...but realized the glass was directly underneath the window. Oh balls.
I opened the curtain to find a baseball shaped hole in the window, very near the top of the pane of glass. My first thought was a bullet. I looked at the opposing wall and found nothing, though. Well, -something- had to make the hole, so I started looking around on the floor. I found a chunk of wood about the size of a golfball, and one side of it looked as though it had been chopped with a machete...or the blade of a lawnmower.
So that's what I surmised happened. I think the golf course guys mowed our lawn last, so they probably hit a chunk of wood, and the piece I found punched through the window.
How unfortunate.
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