Snap, crackle, pop OR a belated April Fools

Arriving home from work last evening, I walked into my hallway and started sliding the closet door.

Pop-pop!
Pop-pop-pop-pop!
Pop-pop-pop!

It sounded like a string of Black Cats, so I leaped behind the bathroom door in case of flying explosives. The pops stopped.

I peered into the dark closet, but couldn't see anything unusual. When I slid the door a bit more, the popping resumed. What on earth!?!

Turns out my art teacher box of plastic bubble wrap had overflowed, and a big piece was caught in the track of the closet door. If you need an April Fools joke for next year, you might try it!



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