Uh, what the...?

So here I am Tuesday night, lounging around in my pajamas, suffering through a combination of a cold AND allergies. In June. A week before the end of school. All of the sudden there's this BAM! noise, like a rock hitting the sliding glass door, only louder. I turn around and see our door is shattered.


I decide I'm going after the jerks that did this, even though Ryan is telling me to be careful. But there is no one around, which is odd for our neighborhood (there's usually at one hooligan around at any given time to blame mischief on). So we go back for a closer look and realize that it's one of the INSIDE panes that's shattered.

Okay, stick with me here. What I mean is that it would be the outside pane, but since the door was open, it was slid behind the other one and therefore not exposed to anything. The place of "impact" was covered by glass.


The good news was that this kept all the glass contained. We put a piece of plywood over it for the night and called it good.


Note the squirrel-proofing. Ryan mentioned the hole was big enough for squirrels to get through so I made him block it with blankets and such. I slept on the couch because of my cold-ergies. Most of the night it sounded like light rain as bits of glass fell off, but a couple of times big pieces broke off and shattered and I bolted awake, convinced someone was breaking in. Probably not the best sleeping arrangement.

My guard dogs? Not so much concerned with the possible breech in safety. Here's Logo helping with the clean up the next morning:


At the bottom of the picture you can see the pile of glass sandwhiched between the two panes. Nifty, huh? It's a little like an ant farm, but with glass and without the ants. So... not so much.