Stomper Update

    As I've extensively written about before, I have a Stomper that lives upstairs.  There is no end to the noise that descends from that apartment: something that sounds like bowling balls rolling across the floor, something that sounds like marbles being dropped onto the floor, a myriad of random thumps in a variety of loudness ranging from minor and short bursts to long, drawn out thumping that sounds like the stomper is systematically picking up every piece of furniture, raising it overhead, and forcefully dropping it onto the bare hardwood floor. The noise is constant and invasive.
    So here's what blew me away: the Stomper's a woman.  Up to the point I've pictured some kind of muscleheaded oaf who clomps around on completely flat, rectangular block feet, wears cutoff shorts, and considers sweating a hobby.  But no...apparently, it's a small (I know b/c I now know who this is, having seen this woman in the lobby and immediately ruling out her stomper possibilities) blond woman who owns a dog and is a student.  I was blown away.  How is it possible that such a petite little thing sounds like the Incredible Hulk from downstairs.
    My worldview has been temporarily upended.  Sad to say, however, the new world view is just a noisy.  Oh well.