It was a dark and stormy night. (Tonight, in fact). Jay and I are sitting at the dining room table working on our projects for the evening, he finishing the taxes and I archiving photographs.
Our quiet concentration is interrupted as we hear a scratching sound at the window. We both turn slowly toward the window with puzzled expressions but see nothing. A few minutes later the scratching turns into a clawing and tapping. We slowly get up from the table, ignoring every scary movie we've ever seen, to investigate. As we move from the dining room window to the front door we discover the source of the ominous sounds: