...I will not slink over to the abandoned trailer to the right of us and do some strange version of redneck UrbEx and have to run back here, screaming like a troop of violated Girl Scouts and flinging salt everywhere and waking the poor Husband. I will not go Disturbing Things.
I have to be up early to teach and have a full day ahead of me which does not involve poor Husband making up some explanation about how I broke my leg so that Barn Owner does not ask me why in the hell I was skulking around abandoned trailers at midnight. Which is why I'm going to go peer in the windows during the day like a normal person.
What's the big deal, you ask? There is Something there, and I just have to see what. It's big and not tame at all; there's something wild, back there. I've got to at least peek and see if I can't see what it is.
But if I never get the chance because one day it unfolds a pair of chicken feet and just walks off, I won't be surprised.