Nkwanta Day 2 1/2...between 2 and 3 AM

Suddenly, the quiet world of night was shattered with piercing horn blasts!!!
Yes, the boys had struck back (though I was COMPLETELY innocent!) and Melinda, Yva, and I instinctively and inwardly flinched at the noise but were determined even in our subconsiousness to not give the boys the satistaction of looking like they had scared the heeby-jeebies out of us. So we laid there, eyes tightly closed and bodies tensed for the next onslaught of noise. This time the noise was more annoying than shocking and I wanted to bash that horn on whoever had blown it. Melinda and I muttered to each other and then suddenly... we smelled it. The burned sugar smell invaded and permeated the room, and suddenly, we knew....we had been RAIDed. Yva has informed me that after the initial hiss of spray I sat up in bed and matter-of-factly said,"We're being raided!" My nose clogged up and we had to open the door for the rest of the night. It should be noted for the records that after that...cheerful experience, Yva fell asleep plugging her ears.
Little did we realize that the game would be taken to a whole new level in the morning....