I woke up about 3 am this morning and decided to go out the back door of our bedroom which goes out on a little covered deck to see what the weather might be today. When I stepped out, being quite so as not to wake Patty, I saw a person standing on our deck, and they were very big and tall, and facing me. I crotched down a bit getting ready for a fight, trying to look as menacing as I could, thinking to myself, you are an old man who can barely walk, this probably isn’t going to turn out very good, Lord, could You help me here, please. I said in my toughest, fiercest voice, “what are you doing here?”. They didn’t say a word, and didn’t move, so I repeated myself adding that I had a gun, still no response. As I stood there waiting for the worst, planning my attack, thinking if I could get in a few quick hits I could probably take this guy, whoever he was. Then as I took a step towards him I realized that what I was looking at was my chest waders hanging up from the rafters of the deck. I had gone surf fishing at the ocean on Monday, and I had hung them there to dry out. They sure looked like a person there in the dark. I took them down, rolled them up and stuffed them into the duffel bag I keep them in, and said, “Thank You Lord! We took care of him”, as I smiled to myself, trying to imagine how that would have turned out had it really been a big, mean person. I told Patty the story this morning, and she said that she was confident that had it been a person, that I would have whipped him, tied him up, and called the police, and then I would have told her everything was under control in case the ruckus had woken her up.