I just got back from visiting Costa Rica–more on that in another post–and went into our coat closet this morning to retrieve my winter boots because it snowed last night and I needed to shovel our walkway and front porch stairs. I pulled out my mitten box and noticed lots of dried ziti on the floor! What the heck? Then, I immediately knew: ABNER!

You know how they say, “When the cat’s away, the mice play.” Well, this seems to be the case. Somehow, and this is what I can’t figure out, Abner and his posse got into some dried ziti and had a field day in our coat closet. What’s so bizarre is the number of ziti in my husband’s winter boots! I even had a few ziti in my boots, too.

The reason I know Abner created this mess is because of the droppings in the back of the closet. What mystifies me is how or why the pasta traveled from our kitchen to our front hall closet. And why put the ziti in our boots? And where is the pasta box?

Our Abner is such a mysterious little fellow…and endlessly amusing.