Sins, only banjo players don their attire without checking the interior first. And it only happened ONCE, fer-pete's-sake!

I dunno if we have any bats left -- I think the flying squirrels chased them away. We DO have a raccoon in the cellar. Tom baited and set the Hav-A-Heart yesterday, went upstairs and heard the trap snap shut. He went back downstairs to investigate and found an annoyed raccoon OUTSIDE the trap, trying to snag the jelly donut bait. He looked up at Tom with a look on his face like, "You're gonna get me that donut, right?"

Welcome to the Wildlife Sanctuary! (Can we get a tax break?!?)

Arghhh! I love living in the middle of the woods!

Oh, Jeri will be at dinner tomorrow, too. And I suppose Curmudgeon will be wearing his Pilgrim chapeau while cooking.

And on Friday we're welcoming a new felinity to the household!

Linn