I was gone all day today and when I came home I realized it was recycling day tomorrow. I opened up the garage door and took 3 cans of bottles/newspapers, etc. up to the curb (they only come every other week). Then I left the garage door open because hubby would soon be home. I put my key in the door that leads into the family room and heard a big THUD. Turned around and there was Trevor jumping down from a very high shelf onto hubby's utility cabinet and eventually onto the floor. It seems he spent the whole day in the garage! We are now wondering how on earth he got in there without us noticing. When I think of me hauling all that stuff to the curb and he never made a move to leave the garage it amazes me. When I finally did get the door open, he flew inside like a bat out of you know where! Fortunately he is none the worse for wear and there was nothing in there that he could hurt himself with. Whew!