Night Time Prison

Nearly every night pop has been venturing into our bedroom waking us up in the wee hours, either coming from or trying to find his bathroom. Not sure which. So .... it dawned on me one day that we needed to find a way to batten down the hatches, secure the borders, imprison the escapee while still allowing him access to the needed rest room. Looking around the house, the most obvious forms of containment seemed to be furniture. So for the past couple of nights we have been experimenting with just that. Our dining room chairs, substantial and a bit heavy, have become our barricades between the dining room and kitchen which leads to the dinette, the living room and yes, even to the garage where we have on occasion found him searching for his bedroom, bathroom, comb, wallet, you name it. Our deacons bench turned diagonally blocks access to the hallway which also leads toward those rooms and toward our bedroom. All of this, more or less, imprisons him into the south east portion of the house creating a little maze from his room to his bathroom and making it impossible for him to venture into the remaining rooms of the downstairs.

Seems to be working! We've not had a visit in two nights and haven't heard any furnishings trying to be moved. Prison life most certainly has it's benefits. Everyone seems to be sleeping much better.