My husband has a vivid imagination, which is also connected to his "worst case scenario" lobe of his brain. For example, if we hear a noise as we walk in the door after being gone, it is most certainly Bad Guys looting the place, and I am to wait in the bedroom while the house gets checked out. I used to roll my eyes--okay, I still roll my eyes, but my lip also twitches with amusement--until I realized he might be right one of these days. Clearly the logical explanation for the middle-of-the-night-rumble is going to actually be aliens one day instead of the neighbor taking out his garbage cans a little early. On the other hand, I am a little too laizzes-faire about noises and such. I am very quick to come up with the easiest and most logical explanation and cling to it with all my might. I was the first to discover that, in fact, Los Angeles was not being attacked every night at 9:30, but that Disneyland was shooting off Magical Pixie Dust (fireworks). But this also gives me the ability to write things off a little too quickly. For example: I am certain that the two winged ants I saw were merely a phenomenon, where as my husband will be certain there is a colony of them about to take over, and they are going to be poisenous. Who is right? Probably somewhere in the middle.