So, last time, some time between midnight and about 3am, Zoe (who I have now nicknamed "The Weasel") launched herself out of bed and had herself some fun.
When I discovered this at 3am, I was NOT happy.
She, on the other hand, looked awfully pleased with herself.
As Jen said,"Clearly the tp was a danger to you and the house. Zoe was only protecting you!"
I think not.
I think she's just a weasel. ;-)
Note how pleased she is with herself: