My guess? Vampire bats. My apartment building’s guess? Some kind of weather phenomenon, like hail. But the building admits it’s not totally sure on that one yet. So… vampire bats stay on the table.
Whatever ripped into my apartment and others chose the right time to hit: a summer Friday night. Like I learned a long time ago from either the Hardy Boys or a Choose Your Own Adventure book, if you used ice at night for a summer crime, the evidence was gone by morning. The culprit in The Case of Old Cooper’s Studio was able to slash my screen, crack a window and do far more damage to neighbors. Glass covered our sidewalk and lot, and a team arrived to begin repairs. Damn bats.