I must say, I quite enjoy seasons. Having grown up on the east coast, I love a nice rainy day.
A few days ago I walked into my downstairs powder room and it noticed it was raining ........inside my house!
This was not what I'd envisioned when I was lamenting the heat and wishing for rain.
Ergg.

I ran upstairs to the bathroom above me, where my oldest son was taking a bath. I was sure I'd walk into a giant puddle or huge hole in the tub. I burst into the room Spanish inquisition style, "Did you just dump a bunch of water over the edge of the tub!?"
"No?," he said shocked.
"Did someone else ?" I demanded.
"No?, why?".
"I'll ask the questions."
???Hmmm....??????

Feeling foolish that the floor was clearly dry and seeing no hole anywhere in the bathroom, I returned to the raining light fixture, leaving my son perplexed.
Standing looking at the ceiling, though the source of my rain remained a mystery, one thing was clear. I needed a professional.
Tempting as it might have been to ask my husband for help, he was away again.
Besides, I'm fairly sure that indoor rain is also not something he's trained in.
The rest of the story is mundane. The plumber came, he found the leak, checked the fixture to be sure it was secure. Yada yada.

What I can certainly say is that I can't exclude sabotage as a cause for the issue in the first place.....
Especially in light of the magnetic poop incident.
Hmm, as usual my little ducks are the usual suspects.
I'll keep you posted.