About 25 minutes ago I heard someone clanging around in the kitchen. I figured Kevin was home and getting something to eat. 15 minutes passed and since he hadn't come upstairs I went downstairs to find him. As I entered the kitchen I remembered that he said he wouldn't be home until after 9. I knew someone had been in the kitchen though, one of the drawers was open and besides, the kitchen just had that feeling...someone had been there. My heart started to race, I stood perfectly still trying to listen for signs of someone over the whirring of the dishwasher. A car was stolen off of our street two nights ago, I wondered if that someone had broken into our house...I wished I had a baseball bat, or at least my phone. Then I turned and saw this on our dining room table.