Racoons and Rascals

On Friday we had a racoon in our backyard that was driving our dogs crazy. We kept bringing the dogs inside thinking the varment would leave while the gettin' was good. No such luck. Bridget called the animal control people who returned the phonecall MONDAY saying they were at our house and where was the racoon. Bridget said, "Hell! I don't know! I called you three days ago." That wasn't as good as the comment made to the private critter ridder company who wanted to charge $400 to rid us of the racoon. "Damn! My bullet isn't going to cost me $400." It's gone and it's a lucky critter because she and our neighbor were ready to shoot it. We think it was sick. I'm glad it ran away because God only knows what would have happened to the carcass or the bullet. I'm just glad we didn't have to start a round of rabies shots on anyone.

Just as exciting as a rabid racoon in the yard, Breck started Pre-K this week. I was expecting a nice picture of him with his hair all slicked down in his crispy-new uniform standing in front of the fire place. Didn't happen. Mr. GQ wanted his own photo shoot so that's what we got. A cowlick headed four-year-old posing around the sun room. He LOVED his first day and seems to really like his "big" school. He came home with a "Take Home" folder with his name on it. Only he didn't want to share what was in the folder because, quite clearly, HIS name was on the folder and not ours, so why on earth would WE, his parents, need HIS folder?! Geez! We haven't even started "real" school yet and already he's acting like a hormonal teenager. What can we expect for middle school?