However, since the raccoons are evidently pooing under my brother's kitchen overhang, I shall cease to worry about that particular problem. Otherwise have spread (tangerine scented) epsom salts around the base of the cherry tree and sprayed the trunks with CritterRidder. Next up: the moth balls and the coyote spray: though I doubt urban raccoons have the first notion what a coyote smells like.
I want, in descending order of want, to find my phone case and my copy of The Prince and my copy of A Distant Mirror. Today I found the last. A hopeful omen? But really should go on chugging through Campbell before I tackle a work not quite of my period nor of my territory. But now I can replace Mirror on the want list with Cellini's Autobiography.
