That night, my husband decided to sleep in Z-boy's room because I hadn't gotten around to putting the clean sheets back on OUR bed and he had to get up early the next morning. So he climbed into the bed, turned out the lights and dozed off.... Only to be awakened quite rudely by "Ch-ch-ch-CHIA! Ch-ch-ch-CHIA!" A strangled scream brought Z-boy running. He retrieved the alarm clock and brought it to me for safe keeping (HA!).
I promptly opened the back door and flung it blindly out into the bushes... towards the re-occupied home of the Party Boys.
Yeah. I'm evil that way.
Ch-ch-ch-chia now lives in our side yard under an azalea bush, merrily going off every few hours in a voice that cannot be ignored. Take that, Party Boys.