All night last night, a four-legged someone was having a dance party on the roof above the bedroom. This would, of course, be the same night that I had soaked every ear plug in the house in rubbing alcohol to sanitize them, and they blew up to the size of sausages (who knew??) and were unusable.
This morning?
Raccoon poo on the back porch. I looked out there at the pile of "something" I noticed... and sure enough.
I don't even understand how there can be so much poo in one place. How is this EVEN possible?
There are no words...
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