Damn racoons!

O.k., so the really cool hamster-ball-turned-feeder has been working well, except that it seems to be attracting rave reviews from some other four-legged critters. Despite James' attempts to convince everyone that it was Ms. Cibel who ripped off the security tape and bit her way through hard molded plastic, I--the constant guardian of all things back yard--have seen the masked bandits in action. Cibel is clearly getting blamed for acts she did not commit.

The dead bird on the lawn, however, is a different story.

Just see what the stress of all this has done to poor Jaime...


In order to assuage the pains of seeing his creation, um, admired by the neighborhood raccoons, James and Jennifer went for breakfast this morning with Jennifer's Dad.


Bacon helps almost everything. Not that they brought me any, but still...a gnome knows these things.