A cup of water on the table.
A sock on the living room floor.
One less Pop Tart in the cupboard.
A wet towel on the rack in the bathroom.
The occasional thump or thud heard from a distance.
An ever-increasing pile of laundry.
While I cannot prove anything, I believe there's a tween in residence at Casa de Crazy. In an attempt to lure it out of its den and into open space, I am baking orange roll pull-apart bread. If that doesn't do the trick, nothing will.