It was awful. The sounds coming from our back deck made my skin crawl.
It was about 5:45 p.m. on Thanksgiving. Everybody that was at my house, a.k.a, â€śThe Jody Ray Sports Complex,â€ť for dinner just had left. We just got done cleaning up, and my wife, Jenny, my son, Jacques, and I were sitting on the couch, getting ready to get our game plan together for â€śBlack Fridayâ€ť shopping. All of the sudden, we heard this God-awful ruckus out in the back of our house. I grabbed a flashlight to investigate.