Lots and lots and lots to report. I fall asleep every night with my window open and wake up to what I assume are the raccoons. They shriek and grunt and snort as they burrow their noses in the lawn, hunting for grubs. I haven’t actually seen said raccoons making these noises, but this is, for all intents and purposes, the burbs; it's either raccoons or skunks. We see rabbits occasionally, and deer when there's symbolism afoot, but they don't shriek. Not like this.

This isn't the first time this has happened. Next time I wake up to this, I'm going to lift my sleepy body up by 90 degrees and look out the window. I have no retaliation planned except a phone call to the local humane Annoying Animal Get-Rid-Of-Place.


Here's another photo of Newfoundland's (and my!) own heartthrob Michael Crummey!