Z wakes me up - she needs to go out. I get out of bed, pull on some jeans, and walk to the door to get her leash. I see that my front door is open by about a foot, and I am aghast at myself for leaving it that way all night. I go over to close it, and notice that in the front of the door is a sheet of paper held in place with a huge, military looking dart. The sheet of paper has one word on it, "CRAVEN."
