A little mischief

As a single adult, it is an interesting thing to spend an entire week of vacation with a house of other single adults...

One thing I loved was a certain level of mischief in the house.  You could never be sure if someone would be hiding in the closet, under your bed, or if you might find any manner of produce (onions, oranges or bananas to be specific) in your bed.  Perhaps even someone’s bedroom slipper might find its way inside your pillowcase.  Or a stack of coolers blockading your doorway.

One person took to putting his dresser against the door since it wouldn’t lock and he was particularly concerned that someone might be up to something in the middle of the night.  I wonder if it had anything to do with discovering pork rinds (in a bag) hanging from his belt above his doorway and a plank of wood under his sheets.  I am also aware of marbles and salt distributed in someone’s bed and monkey butt powder (yes, that’s really a product!) tied to bathroom lights by way of dental floss.

And of course there was the fake roach that found its way everywhere in the house and refrigerator.  It certainly raised reasonable ruckus for the first few days.  That was pretty funny to those of us who weren’t as alarmed (or rather, those of us who expected it at every turn) even if we weren't the pranksters of that method.

I enjoyed how the air of mischief heightened right around the time that everyone was supposedly turning in for the evening.  Some individuals wanted to stay up to find out what happened when their pranks were discovered.  Others simply wanted to wait for everyone else to retire for the evening and remain on high alert until then… especially when they observed general loitering and various whispers or hushed laughter.  Bedroom doors opened frequently and heads peeked out conspiratorially.  There were mini excursions to the kitchen to “get something” but detouring through other parts of the house (hmmm, sorry but the loft is NOT the way to the kitchen... did you get lost??). 

What was particularly funny was getting to the point when a prank wasn’t even needed to alarm someone else.  Simply the mention of scheming sent some people to their rooms to investigate thoroughly for possible tomfoolery.  I intended to call my dad during the week for ideas once I observed some of the shenanigans (and perhaps participated in one or two).  I knew he would have some great suggestions!  But since I didn’t get around to it, I’ll take my time gathering and storing up ideas for the next opportunity…  ;-)