When the kids were young, we had just returned from a long trip, going to bed I had just fallen asleep. Maureen heard someone outside the house and woke me. Not really awake I rolled out a bed and grabbed a short stick I kept near the bed (Short Stick being one of my studies). I crept down stairs and quietly turned on the outside light. Finding a racoon had invaded our trash can. I went back upstairs after turning over the light. Tossed the stick to my wife and told her, next time you go, you are a black belt after all. And I went back to sleep, back to sleep, perchance to dream of racoons and trash cans.