3am Visitors

We had more intruders in the back yard last night. These, luckily, were of the furry variety.

Four adolescent raccoons sniffed and crawled around our rooftop tomato plants and woke me when one knocked over a watering can. Dave and I stuck our heads out the bedroom window hoping to scare them off, but the eight eyes level with ours seemed generally nonplussed by our presence. Evidence this morning suggests the creatures were most interested in Sam's squishy ball, which was torn to bits. Things could have been worse.

Still, the case for getting a dog is more compelling every day.