And that is when I realised I had been evicted by a rodent...
I walked through the door to the darkening apartment as I have many other nights. I immediately noticed that the balcony door was more than a foot open. Being of the philosophy that paranoia makes for good survival rates, I assumed that some punk kids or possibly even a robber had broken into the apartment. I glanced around and saw that nothing of value was missing from the living room, so perhaps they were still here looking around!
I picked up the nearest pointy thing (which in my case is the 8' halberd by the door). I promptly began to search the apartment medieval FBI style. I'd tap a corner before rounding it. Checked behind doors before entering. After a good 5 minutes, I finished up in my room satisfied that Tyler must have left the door open.
( This is where it gets good. )












