Last night was not a peaceful one here in the kingdom. Living in a 110 year old house with lots of nooks and crannies, we’ve occasionally been known to have unwanted guests. Remember the Lenscrafters commercial where the woman is calling her Kitty to come in for the night and “snuggle up with Mama”, and since she REALLY needs glasses she opens the door and let’s the racoon in? I laugh every time I see that, but when one or more of those cute little creatures with the black masks gets into the rafters here, the nightmares begin and the laughter ends abruptly. After a relatively nice start to the evening with Cliff and Bill and three dogs who argued over a plastic bone all evening, (the dogs were arguing…not the guys), we were all yawning by nine o’clock and called it a night. The boys went home, Woof fell fast asleep, and my partner and I watched “The New Normal” which made my eyes tear up..even though I’m not sure about the show yet. Suddenly the thuds, bangs, and sounds of paws or claws began in the ceiling above the second floor. I surmised that whatever was up there was getting ready to head out for the night…as my partner and I looked at each other as though someone had shouted something about an iceberg dead ahead. Since we’ve kinda been through this before, we already invested in a trap…one of those that doesn’t hurt the animal, just locks it in until we drive it to a remote location…fight all the way to the drop off site, and scream like little girls as we open the trap and run. Now in the past when we caught squirrels and raccoons, (spell check says that’s correct), we first made the mistake of not dropping them off far enough away…now we know that unless they’re able to hitch hike across the closest bridge, they aren’t going to return. Professional help is a scary prospect also, because when we once contracted with a man named Mr. Gompers (honest) to come and help us, he showed up during a lovely dinner party…with his assistant..and a rifle. I hate it when something upstages my strawberry cheesecake. We’ll get this done of course….I think there’s a possum in the trap right now, so I’ll make my brother help me take him for a little ride. My partner was up all night…listening and worrying, and he’ll be ferocious by the time he gets home from work. Maybe I’ll make a special winter stew for him tonight…I know…I know…that’s not even funny.