I feel really bad for you. Hope you find out what's doin' it. Ya know, sometimes, late at night when I am pretty much sound asleep, I hear some barely audible rustling coming from the back room where I hang my guns and gear. Then I noticed my wife was not next to me in bed. Believing she couldn't sleep, I figured she was probably in the kitchen finishing off the last of that half-filled jug of Elderberry wine from last night. Later she crept back into bed and started to saw wood real quick with kind of a smirky smile on her lips along with a few dribbles of Elderberry glistening on the tip end of the snaggle-tooth that protruded from the corner of her mouth. Still trying to see in dim light, I tried to wipe her tooth a bit with the corner of our linen cover-up that measures 0.18 thick exactly. Hmmm. I thought to myself, she didn't look too bad in the dark. She didn't always look that way until she ran her face into the tractor seat while chasein' after me when I was goin' down the road to sight in my guns the other day. Anyways, I got to wonderin' what was all that rustling noise I heard in the back room cause we ain't got no gerbil anymore since the cat ate it last Tuesday. So I pulls the light cord and everything looked pretty fine exceptin'... I noticed the stopper was hangin' off my powder horn with a few grains trailin' on the floor. What the #%!%*&@??? I thought? I couldn't imagine I would forget such an important thing. Anyway, I plugged the horn up while trying to flick-off the 2,3,and 4X grains powder that was stuck to the bottom of my foot that somehow got mixed together on the floor. Lordy, Lordy, how could such a thing happen? Anyways, there must be some kind of sneakin' skank-ugly critter that got into the house that gettin' into my stuff and all. Boys, you got to lock up your guns and gear 'cause you never know what could get into them and accidently mix up your powders and patches and such. Now that's a frightful thought. In fact, now that I'm thinkin' about it, I have a mind to set one of those trail cameras in the back room. Who knows what kind of varmint I might catch?