Maegan woke us up at 4:10 a.m. this morning, telling us about a loud banging noise outside. Without looking we told Maegan that it must just be thunder. She said it didn't sound like Thunder, and then we started to hear it too. Bang, bang, bang. Over and over again, a short low rumble that you could feel through the floor, but it wasn't thunder. We rushed to the back window and opened it up to a beautifully clear, moonlit night... and then more bang, bang, bang, bang.

It was gunfire! Over and over again, repeated gunfire from what had to be a semi-automatic weapon in our normally safe suburban neighborhood. I don't know how many I missed beforehand but I had to have heard about 20 more rounds fired since after I opened up the window.

So what happened? I still have no idea. I waited about 15 minutes before going back to bed but no police ever showed up. There was nothing on the news so I assume nobody was shot. At this point my best guess is simply stupid redneck neighbors somewhere down the block.