Mmmmhhhmmmm...and we didn't even have the windows open or the fans on that night, so it wasn't an act of nature.
Lovely. All of my poor beautiful viburnums wilting - gasping for breath! How tragic (said with a French accent)!
Upon further inspection...if you look real close (beyond the dust and pollen -ahem- coating my table), you might just be able to make out our one real clue. A paw print. Now, although all the 4-legged creatures in our home have about the same size paw print, only one is capable of jumping onto the living room coffee table. And that one was in the big doo doo.
Pets. Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em.
*This post was brought to you by Chester who would like the world to know that he is not the only pet in this house who performs evil acts of mischief.