Squeaky Carpet Trap

Slipping back inside from the backyard before bedtime was cake, but the quiet hallway needed some action. Right beside the rug lay an old rubber dog chew toy—a bright red rubber squeaker. I hauled that thing onto the carpet, wedged it underneath the edge of the woven runner, and piled two heavy magazine corners right over it to keep it totally hidden. One step on that spot in the dark and *EEEEEE-HONK!* Instant heart attack for whoever walks by. I gave a solid snicker and ducked behind the armchair to wait for the noise.