Post-it note party

It was a dark night on 37th street. A group of masked 17th street gang members converged on the Tennants house with a nefarious agenda. The house was locked, but that was of no consequence. The ringleader had seen this before. One by one, they hoisted each other in through an unlocked window. For the next forty-five minutes, the house was abuzz with the sound of peeling post-it notes, cabinets opening and closing, underwear being sifted through and muffled laughter. Finally, the malevolent tricksters gathered in the living room, lit only by a small flashlight. The only sound was now a cat loudly protesting for affection. As quickly as they entered they exited. Their round bottoms were quite a sight squeezing out of the undersized window. They wasted no time, however. Obviously they had done this before.

Who remembers this little incident? The picture represents our latest post-it finding, now two years later. When will it end?