Plotting

Today started like any other day. I awoke to the blaring of the alarm in the absolute darkness of our womblike bedroom. After my heart restarted, I turned off the alarm and grabbed my glasses on my way to the bathroom. From there, I stumbled into the kitchen.

And there, in the middle of the walkway, was a curious contraption.

It appeared to be a baking tray with a baking dish precariously balanced on a bent bamboo skewer. Upon closer examination, that's exactly what it was. I glanced around and, sure enough, there was a message on the fridge. MOUSE TRAP -->, it said.

Well, okay. No doubt she's planning something evil or cute. Probably both.

I stepped over it. Then as I'm reaching up to the cabinet to get a mug, I see that someone has left her shower vinegar (apple cider) sitting on the counter. Its lid is covered with fruit flies.

They have red eyes.

Now I *know* she's up to something nefarious. I just wish I knew what it was.