Hammock Connundrum

Having a hammock at our house this summer has been both a blessing and a curse. Blessing, in that it provides relaxation. Curse, in that it sets up for weird situations. As the temperature has gotten warmer and disputes amongst roommates have become more hostile, more people have found their way spending the night in the hammock.

I am a night owl and as such get home late enough that someone is already is sleeping in the hammock. This is where the weird situations have come in, the hammock is always covering their faces so I never know who it is. I have made several mistakes waking up the wrong person. One time, I woke up my bunkmate's father (he was drunk! LOL!). Another time I thought my cat-looking roomate was in there but when I went to wake him up, it turned out to be just a couple of cats. I also woke up an undercover cop, luckily they didn't have anything to arrest me for unless saying, "Wakey, Wakey" is a crime : ) A week ago was the most annoying however, I woke up this guy running for city council. I think he was fake sleeping and set the whole thing up trying to get another vote. After I woke him up, he kept me up talking and talking about all his positions and what he was going to do to clean up this city, yada, yada, yada, I didn't get to bed until 5 A.M. (Needless to say I had some serious bedhead the next day)

After all of this I finally decided to institute a label rule that reads. "If you sleep on the hammock, you must have a label of at least 24" that states your name, hometown city, and favorite animal."

So far so good but yesterday, I got duped by the cats again (How can a human look so much like a cat!)