So on with the shoes, pants, sweatshirts and out into the night we went. R had the big bludgeon of a flashlight, I had the keys and the phone, just in case we needed 9-1-1.
The burglar turned out to be a raccoon, wreaking a bit of havok in the family room. He didn't stand a chance against our Starsky and Hutch team. As we approached, he ran out through the hole in the foundation, drilled for the drainage pipes that hadn't yet been installed. R shoved a bunch of pieces of wood around the hole (not easy considering all the rebar in the way), and we shuffled back off to bed, adrenaline still pumping.
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| Where's a BB gun when you need one?? (Just kidding, don't go reporting us to PETA.) |
At 5:30 AM it was time for a reprise. Back down we went to investigate the rustling. That wily raccoon had managed to slither in past our blockade and was starting to rummage around in the contractor's lunch garbage. We added some chunks of broken concrete to properly seal off the entrance and went back to bed again, knowing there was no way we'd be getting any more sleep for the night.
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