WTF?

Why do I feel guilty? Some random teenager knocked at my door at 9:45 tonight to tell me that I have an opossum living under my front porch. Of course I was immediately suspicious of someone knocking at my door that late, never mind that it is some funky-looking guy. Cooper was barking like mad (good dog!). The guy tells me about it, then says he can show me where the hole is by my porch and I'm like, "yeah, I know where it is" (which I do) and I thank him for letting me know.

I close the door and I feel guilty. Why? Because I was suspicious? Because I kept the porch door closed and locked? Maybe this kid was just honestly trying to be nice and helpful and I'm all paranoid.

I'm pretty certain I know why I feel guilty......but that's an entirely different matter.