Traumatizing night. 4am, awoke to the sound of someone in my house walking around downstairs. Quickly, quietly grabbed my limited edition 1993 Blue Jays mini bat and went to investigate. The culprit must have heard my footsteps (mental note, stop sleeping in dress shoes) because as I rounded the corner he or she darted out the back door into the perpetual darkness. They left some chocolate eggs. I find this odd, very odd indeed. Speaking to the neighbors, it appears that the individual hit all the houses on the street. After long discussions, I have been able to compile a composite of what the intruder looks like. If any of you have seen anyone who may resemble the above photo, please, immediately contact your local authorities. Hopefully we can work together to end this terror once and for all.
