Oh. Right. Houses are getting painted.

I woke up a few minutes ago to quite a startle. While the truth of the matter was that the old paint was being scraped off the frame of my window to allow fresh paint to be put on later today, with the blackout curtain up I only had the sound to work with...and it sounded to me more like a moose had walked up (stepladder's feet clanking on concrete sounded like hooves) and was trying to bash its own reflect in or scrape its antlers off or something.

Especially spooky when you're half-asleep still...which, to be honest, I still am, so I may be weirded out by this post later.