we have ogres living in our basement, for-real ogres as bella would say. i've never seen one but bella has spoken to them a few times. the ones living with us are nice which is fortunate because, i'm told, not all of them are. that said, there are a few things they don't like. unsurprisingly i seem to be the only one in the home doing these things they don't like and i've repeatedly been cautioned against my inconsiderate behavior.

bella is responsible for feeding the ogres (if we're going to have pets, you're feeding them). ogres eat all kinds of different foodstuffs. i've accidentally knocked a box full of styrofoam peanuts down the basement stairs (father! now you've ruined their dinner. they are not going to be happy!) i've kicked a glass full of water over soaking my pantleg and shoe (oh great dad! that was their drink. now they will have nothing if they get thirsty!). and i've overturned a 2-gallon bucket full of dirt from the backyard mixed with ash from the grill (they are going to be really upset with you now father!).

this isn't quite how i envisioned this all when marty first asked if i saw children in my future.