Apparently, some people - we're assuming kids because, really, who else would do this - drove up to our house, got out, chucked a few eggs at our walls and windows, then hopped in their car and sped away. My husband was the one who heard it and went downstairs to check things out; he tried cleaning some of it up, but it being so early in the morning that was a bit difficult.
Here's some of what we found:
This happens to be Baylor's window, the main brunt of the attack. We think the concentration of egg here may point to the real target of the act of terrorism. No, not my year-and-a-half old son; the former owner's teenage son used to reside in this room. So our only lead is that this may have been directed at him, though he hasn't lived here for four years.
Splat ... ugh. Soooo glad our screens are on the outside. 
My husband trying to clean up the mess. He still has yet to get to Little B's window; he didn't want to start it and be working during the little man's nap.
So that sucks. I felt bad that Bryson had to go out and clean up a mess from some random person, but leaving it to cook on our house this summer just didn't seem like a good idea. Hopefully the rest of it will clean up easily, and it won't happen again.
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