In this post, you’ll find an entertaining, suspenseful, and adventurous story about raccoons. Baby raccoons, that is. Baby raccoons that were born inside an attic I happened to be living under. You see, many years ago, I rented a small house on a lake. Somehow (I’ll tell you all about it inside) a mother raccoon snuck inside the attic of this house and gave birth to the cutest and furriest little animals a guy has ever seen. Unfortunately, the babies needed to go. I had already blocked the mother from coming back inside, which led to a whirlwind of a tale. Click through to read about what transpired as well as what I did about our little issue. And just so you don’t worry, I’ll tell you now that it all turned out just fine – for us and the raccoons. Continue reading…
The Elusive Goal of Freedom
This is an interesting and very introspective post. In it, I describe a time in my life when everything changed. When I shed my, up until that point, whimsical and somewhat irresponsible self and became a much more responsible adult. I’m not sure I like what I became all too much, but such is life. Ah, to be young and carefree once more. Alas, it’s become apparent to me that when one grows up, one can never return to childhood. Those days are long past and responsibility digs its fingers deep into the soul. I talk about this sort of thing in what follows. Give it a read. You may find yourself agreeing with what I have to say. Continue reading…