How pets save us from imagination overloard

*snickers*

You'd be surprised to know how true this is for me.

Or maybe you wouldn't be surprised. I guess it depends on how well you know me.

Other forms of "imagination insurance" that I've come to rely on:

• Thumps on the roof-- Pretend Santa Claus has come early.
• Heavy breathing down the hall-- A spouse that can throw their snores like a ventriloquist.
• The sounds of chains rattling in the attic-- The squirrels are having gang wars with the bats.
• Blood oozing from the walls-- Never mix allergy medicine and alcohol.

What are your methods and/or excuses for the scary bumpathumps?


I see that smile.