It all started three years ago. It was 3:00 am when I was awoken by a noise of clattering in the other room. I tended to be a light sleeper occasionally, especially since I just fell asleep about a half an hour ago. It was Monday, also known as movie night to me and a few other college dwellers. I could actually still hear the television in the next room still playing them in the next room. Sighing, I grabbed the bat that’s by the bedside, and walking quietly to the other room. Into the living room, I crouched beneath the half wall separating it from the kitchen and glance into the window across from me, seeing the culprit. Realizing what, or however more like who it is, I stood up sighing loudly. “Jonathan I told you the next time you woke me up making a casserole I was going to kill you and bake you into one.”