It was around 10PM that night.
I was still very hungry, so I went to microwave myself something.
But as I approached the kitchen door, I heard some quiet noise. I was intrigued, as I was supposed to be alone.
Then, a really loud metallic noise surprised me, and the floor rumbled a little.
I slammed the door open.
I saw a huge mess. My cookware was all over the floor. One of my non-stick pans had scratches all over, rendering it unusable. A pot had a lot of bird excrement in it - that was so gross, I had to trash it afterwards too. A few large feathers were scattered about. The window was left open. And a box of penne rigate I had just bought disappeared from the scene.
Nothing else happened in other rooms - only in the kitchen. Up to this day I still do not know what happened.