Sunday night I rolled out of bed at 12:15 AM to make a bathroom trip and looking out the front door I spotted 3 garbage cans sitting behind our car. They were not ours and it was not garbage pick-up day. I hollered at Butch and woke him up. Meanwhile in the backyard there are people with flashlights wandering around, looking under our locked motorhome. Butch turned on our outside lights and that did not concern them at all so he opened the window and yelled,"What the H--- are you doing?!!". They said looking for a cat. I look again and the garbage cans are gone. Never did find out what that was about. They had an 8 year old with them. Supposedly his cat. I called the cops and they came by with their spotlight. Strange, very strange. There is something wacky with our neighbors to the south. It is a house of men. 3? 4? Not sure. Sometimes there are kids there. Rarely a car. Rarely a woman. They are nocturnal. It is always all closed up. No window is ever open and you cannot see inside anywhere. AC is always running. Weird. In the light of day they are friendly and will visit if asked but still very odd.
It took me two hours to get back to sleep!!
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