Do you remember this suburban dilemma? I lobbied hard for the little guy and surprisingly enough Muffin Man easily agreed to keep critter control at bay. (Of course, the $75 varmit catch and release fee helped in the decision.)
Yesterday was the day. Our contractor showed up right on time after I bugged him incessantly about showing up to DO SOMETHING FOR THE LOVE OF GOD to finish this little project. He built this.
The little guy was panicking all day. His house was after all experiencing something equivalent to the little pig who had his house blown down by the big bad wolf.
Later that evening, the Muffin Man and I were starting lovingly into each other's eyes silently asking each other where the heck 15 years have gone over Copper Ridge salmon, asparagus, and a decent bottle of chardonnay. Fifteen years ago yesterday I was quite the blushing June bride you see. Mostly we had a financial discussion about ditching his vehicle in favor of a company car. Now that's romance folks. Nothing says sweet nothings like the chatter of 92,000 miles and insurance updates. I am getting all hot and bothered just thinking about it.
Then I hear this...Scratch, scratch, scratch.
"Oh my gosh, its the raccoon", I say. There I was helping myself to another big helping of salmon sitting right on top of the little panicky guy on the deck.
Muffin man gets up from his seat just then and pronounces, "No, problem he will dig himself out through the azela bush tonight. Smell that salmon...he won't let any drippings go unattended to."
Sure enough. $75 well saved. No animal harmed.
Check out his brand new little door.
I'm running right back to Lowes to get him matching door handles.
Oh, one more thing. Today our paperwork has officially been sitting at the Beijing CCAA office for ONE WHOLE YEAR. We have the dubious distinctive honor of being able to say we are one of the first folks to hit the 1 year mark with no referral in quite some time. Someone should be dusting it off very soon.