Or maybe I just have cabin fever... y’all decide. They’ve lived across the street for 13 years. We’re very friendly with them, but I’d stop short of calling them friends. We occasionally socialize with them, frequently dog sit for them, chat in the yard a lot, and we even attended their daughter’s wedding. So here’s why I’m suddenly suspicious. Last night Mrs Boo remarked that the neighbors have a cute little pineapple ornament in the shrubs outside their front door. (I must never have noticed it.). I joked that they’re probably swingers. She didn’t know what I meant by that, and didn’t believe me when I explained, so she Googled it, and down the rabbit hole she went. https://www.google.com/amp/s/nypost.com/2017/06/02/secret-signs-your-neighbor-might-be-a-swinger/amp/ My neighbors check the following swinger code sign boxes: Garden gnome... check Flamingo yard ornament... check Pineapple yard ornament... check Hot tub... check Pampas grass... check Anklet (she)... check Toe ring (she)... check On the circumstantial side, they’ve always seemed just slightly unusual, and do tend to speak freely about sex. I remember one time the wife over there mentioned to me something about a midnight mailbox club, where they sometimes walk down to the mailbox at midnight naked. I laughed it off, thinking it was a joke, but now I’m wondering if she was testing my reaction. I guess they’re just slightly odd enough that I wouldn’t be surprised if they are swingers. Too many itsy bitsy signals that may have seemed insignificant at the time, but strung together in retrospect have both of us wondering if the neighbors are hosting key parties across the street. So... cabin fever? Or exciting new world?