I honestly do think I fell down the rabbit hole, and apparently got a good hit off the caterpillar's hookah while I was there. Whew. So yesterday, just past noon, Pat went walking by me in the kitchen, wearing heavy work boots, heavy sweatpants, his coat with the hood up, and bright blue rubberized gardening gloves. I said to him (paraphrased conversation)... "Uh, it's eighty degrees." His response? "Well, I'm gonna go for a walk." "You're going to roast. Besides, if the police see you, they might find your outfit a tad suspicious." He left, anyway. This is the kid who, up until about 6 months ago, would wear shorts year-round. Getting him in a coat was a major struggle - and he "lost" every pair of gloves, ever. He keeps the fan on in his room all the time. Used to complain he was always hot. And, it wasn't raining - it was bright sunlight, 82 degrees Fahrenheit after snow the week before. He came back, and left again, several times. The cable guy came by about 2:30. While he was working on the modem, I walked into Rose's room to put away her clean clothes. As I did so, I walked by his bedroom (right next to hers)... He was sitting on his bed, with his pants around his ankles (but the coat still on). Due to angle and brevity of my glance, I saw only thighs and calves. I told him to pull up his pants, that we had company. Later, I was downstairs with Rose, and ran upstairs for my drink... In time to catch him trying to break into the freezer again. As I mentioned before, there's plenty of food he likes in the other freezer and fridge, and pantry. He startled, looked guilty, and walked away. I reminded him there was plenty of other food. To get ANYTHING done, we had to agree to have him charged as an unruly child. Now, the court can order him to cooperate with a well-child check, drug test him, and if that's clean we've asked for an involuntary MH evaluation. Honestly, I don't think they'll find drugs. Still... Oh yeah. Friday, we got KFC for dinner and I made sure he knew it was there. He took it to his room (strictly against the rules, but we put it in the deal-with-it-later basket. Anyway, the dog followed him in... Later I saw the empty bucket and a wad of toilet paper in the recycling bin. No sign of the bones. Since the dog can't get to that bin... Where are the bones? Did he feed them to the dog?!