Thursday, May 21, 2009
It's 3 a.m.
And I am awake. Our neighbors across the creek have a lot of unchecked brush and trees at the back of their lot, and whatever animals live there are making a ruckus tonight. If I didn't know better I'd say it must be feral pigs, but the most likely culprits are raccoons. Squealing and snorting and echoing right into my bedroom window. Those are the raccoons who will eventually come over, sneak into my yard and try to murder my girls (that's what I've taken to calling the chickens). And so I am awake, listening to the enemy snort and wondering what I got on my chemistry final.