I saw the post below and thought it might be helpful to preface the story. People don't usually want to shoot me... that I know of. So, in response to "Unwanted Nightly Visitors":
For those who don't know, there is a small Unicorn around these parts. He rides a Black Sheep, drinks Miller High Life, and has been impossible to catch on a bike. He's been spotted on the trails, and is rumored to ride Little Big Horn at least twice a day. He does however have a large cave in the middle of Decorah where he keeps his Black Sheep and his Miller High Life. Once in a great while, after an evening ride and post ride beers and cover of nightfall, a brave few dare to seek out this Unicorn's cave. Very very quietly, we sneak in, crack open a few Campaign of Beers, and discuss politics in the deafening suspense that he might actually wake up and kill us all. What a disappointment when all that was in the Fridge was bud light. Hence: an empty Bud Light can in a second story window of a one story cave.