The 3 AM Hopper

I woke up this morning at 3 AM to a rustling in my house. This isn't so uncommon as I'm not exactly a neat freak and the blowing of the A/C (yes, it's A/C in April in FL) can easily stir a paper or a bag or any number of things. But, having had my frog experience at church the last 2 days, all I could imagine was "hopping reptile in the house." This is also not uncommon. Just last week as I reached over to turn the lamp off before going to sleep I saw two eyes staring back at me. Not cool. And these aren't little tree frogs, these are big 1-2" hoppers. I caught last week's creation of God with a glass and quickly released it to the mysterious beauty of the outdoors. But at 3 AM, I couldn't find anything. I'd just hear periodic rustling -- not enough for a large creature, but enough for a little thing. I tried to comfort myself with the idea that it was probably a lizard, but it didn't scurry. No, this thing was hopping. I could HEAR the hopping. After all, what else was going on in my house at 3 AM?????? So I read a book for an hour, trying to get my mind off of the creature who, I'm sure, wanted only to escape the hidden hollows of a cold floor without bugs to eat (we have thorough pest control). And finally I returned to sleep, only to awaken with a real fear of what might be lurking in my toilet. Fortunately, nothing, but I'm still going to be paranoid for a few days.

If this is God's April Fools joke for me, I hope it gets a good laugh, but I'm having a hard time thinking this is funny.

This is the news from Arbuckle Creek where I'm enjoying time with friends this week, neighborhood gossip is not uncommon, and 35 is still considered a very EXTREMELY young adult! (Thanks be to God!)