Sleeping along with the wifey, I hear a pop in the room, like something got bumped. Now we run a fan, so you understand it has to have a bit of volume before I notice it from my sleep. I convince myself after a minute that it wasn't my 8 year old, that it wasn't my 4 year old, and that it must have only been a random noise in an old house. Resume ZZZs. Several minutes later, CLONK, and this time I know I felt the bed move. So I have checked the bedroom, the hall, under the bed, the bathroom... and here I sit. Strange. The only thing I haven't been able to rule out is that maybe wifey pooted in her sleep. HA! Don't tell her I said that.