We live in a century old row house in DC and recently have experienced a few unexplained events that we chalked up to a prankster poltergeist. Most recently the trash was knocked over and security alarms tripped. We had the area barricaded so our fuzzy boy (R. Buckminster “Bucky” Fuller II) couldn’t go through the trash–which is his most favorite pastime–so we figured it had to have been the ghost. Returned from the gym today to discover Bucky CAN, in fact, get past the aforementioned barricade and tossed the trash all over our sunroom. To think he allowed us to blame the ghost. For shame naughty boy!!