The first night we spent here at Casa de LOUD! we learned we had downstairs neighbors. Considering this is a one-story bungalow with no basement, the news came as a bit of a shock.

It was at 3 am that Walter lost his mind and went full-on crazy-dog. He barked and raced in weird zigzags across the entire house as his ears and nose tracked the residents below.

Raccoons, it turned out. The landlord shoved a sandbag (love you, Malibu) into a broken air vent the following morning and the raccoon family moved.

Next door.