This supersedes any travel updates.
It's causing me to have such horrible anxiety that I think I'm going to puke.
We last heard from them three years ago. Fixed the problem and life was good.
Them being those blasted varmints....raccoons!
This time, we heard them early Saturday morning, 12:30 am to be precise. I banged on the walls, and Whynot saw the ba$tard leave. Durwood came by and fix the hole AGAIN, sprayed some ammonia (supposedly, raccoons hate the smell) and set a trap. The trap sat empty, we thought he was gone.
5am this morning, I hear the scurrying again. So I start banging and making all sorts of noise, but I'm not sure I heard him leave and Whynot was busy in the bathroom and couldn't be outside to check for sure.
So now, here I sit, anxiety level at an all time high. A knot in my stomach so big I seriously think I'm gonna puke any minute. AND I have to put on a brave face for the sake of TC!
An adult in the house right now would be wonderful. Any takers? I'll hold the ladder while you go up in the attic.
I have cookies.
Or maybe you want to buy a house?