I'd considered just blowing it off, figuring it was the mailman with a larger package that wouldn't fit in the mailbox (if no one answers they just leave it on the front porch), but I decided to stumble out of bed and go answer. The tapping repeats as I'm making my way down, and the dog starts barking. And I get to the door and look through the window to see... a suited guy with a trim, neat beard standing on the porch, who I don't know.
And now, this is something that is very odd to be waking up to. I open the door slightly, say "yes," and am greeted with "hi, I'm (name), Federal Agent out of Pittsburg," and a badge being flashed in front of my eyes, in one of those TV-type wallet-like things, complete with a police-type badge (but smaller) on the bottom and a license of some sort that said "special agent" prominently on top. Yikes!
So as my brain is frantically running through what the hell I've done that could see the FBI (or some other agency that would describe themselves as "federal agents") coming after me, he starts asking about the house next door, and more specifically about the insurance agency that used to be there a good while back. I answered his questions as best I could (but dual waking-up and shock to the system don't help too well with the memory, believe me), and then directed him to the real estate agency two houses down, who owns the property and could probably give him much more concrete answers. He thanked me and left.
Now I'm left wondering what the hell THAT was all about...