Note added June 9, 2005: This entry was featured in the 10th Skeptics' Circle hosted by Skeptico. As usual, there's great stuff there.
So I'm sitting in my home office at night, slogging away at my blog (hmm... "blogslogging"? I may have coined a new word here). Even though it is fully dark outside, the window shade is up because earlier I wanted to let in the dying sunlight and cool twilight air, and I simply hadn't gotten up to close it yet. My wife is in the living room reading, and the Little Astronomer is asleep, so I have a sense of being alone. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I see something move outside. I hate that feeling. The cold wave that goes through me, the feeling of being, well, almost naked, defenseless. I move just my eyes to the window, and see the fence, the ...
