as looking out the window and seeing a path leading to your back door.
and it just snowed.
so you know they aren't your footprints.
and you know they aren't your husband's.
and then you spend the entire day creeping around and listening for strange sounds.
because you're convinced there is someone in your house.
everything makes you jump.
and you half expect to walk into the other room and find your child kidnapped.
and then your husband comes home and goes outside to check it out.
and comes inside laughing and says,
"it's just dog footprints."