Oh man. Last night, I was sleeping on the big bed with the fuzzy blanket, and the Woman was sleeping under it (the blanket, not the bed) and the thing that lives in the ceiling said it was time for dinner.
The problem is that it was 4:15 in the morning and no one was cooking. And even the Ceiling Thing didn't seem too impressed, because it yelled kind of pathetically. The Woman was all kinds of pissed off because she'd been sleeping pretty good but only for like an hour and a half.
She got up and went to get a ladder, and dang! She got up there and yanked it out of the ceiling and opened its guts up and ripped stuff out! She's never been that mad at me, but I think I better reconsider my plans to head butt her at 3 in the morning for a while.
She shoved some other stuff in it and jammed it back onto the ceiling, but I think it learned its lesson because it shut up after that.
I think I would have, too.