I couldn't find the main light switch so finally I just gave up and started feeling my way back towards the fish tank. I bumped into a few chairs and they slid across the linoleum floor making that awful noise chairs sliding across linoleum make. I finally made it to the tank, and I grabbed the little bottle of food. I unscrewed the lid and grabbed a tiny pinch. As I reached my hand over the tank I froze dead in my tracks. Coming from up the stairs I heard heavy footsteps. Thump. Thump. Thump. I was supposed to be the only in the home! I turned around with a horrified look on my face, still holding the pinch of food over the fish tank. I was sure that I was going to be face to face with a shotgun pointed straight at my head. I wasn't. This was a lineman on the University's football team. He didn't need a gun, because he was going to snap me in half with his bare hands. I stood there like a deer in the headlights, waiting to die, unable to move. When he got to the top of the stairs he looked at me hovering over his fish tank. I looked back at him. He rubbed his eyes trying to make sure he wasn't still dreaming. I finally got the courage to speak...