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Today is the yard sale (of Doom).

I was lying in bed disliking the thought of getting up (it starts at 10 and we still have a lot to do) when Jen called "Rob?"

"Yeah?"

"There's a raccoon in the house."

"Huh?" I sat up and looked around wildly. "But nothing's open up here!"

"I saw it going up your stairs."

I got up and looked around. Nope, door shut, screens on. Looked outside and hey, ANOTHER raccoon on the not-deck! Opening the door to let the one inside out was not going to work, obviously.

Jen and I met on the second floor and looked around (cautiously, as we didn't want to corner it). No raccoon.

"We've got Houdini!" Jen said.

The only possibility was that the one I'd seen was the same raccoon and that it had gone out the kitchen window, without disturbing the herbs on the sill, and climbed up the wall to the third floor.

SCREENS NOW.

Jen finally figured out what it was doing in her kitchen: it had fished out Tilde's kibble ball and was eating her kibble. Tilde's going to be SO MAD when she gets back from the cottage.