The other day I heard Mistah rattling around in what seemed like the dead of night. "Oh my God," I heard. I didn't think too much about it, though -- Mistah is known for rattling around in the dead of night. And I've learned to pretty much ignore any nocturnal sounds that don't involve a water glass falling and smashing into smithereens.
Because that happens regularly, too.
No, the other day it wasn't actually the dead of night during which the rattling was taking place, but dawn a-breaking. And the sun rising. And Mistah reacting to this:
And if we're really lucky, like we were last month, the light shining down from the sky: