I found paw prints in my closet, which means that the furry little burglar has violated my most prized possessions: my clothes.
my roommate's drawing professor showed this image today in class. she immediately sent it to me, and we both cried real tears.
my closet is being turned into a raccoon trap. luckily, none of my things seem to have been harmed, save for the muddy paw prints on my suitcase.
I feel violated, grossed out, and endangered. and he definitely pilfered my chocolate bar.
I love animals, just in their own space. they can have their habitats, I have mine. all I want to do is sleep at night without worrying about some beady little eyes reflecting back at me from the darkness. ugh. shudder. the more I think about it, the more upset I am. I've been hearing strange scratches for weeks now, and only now that I know their cause am I really disturbed.
any interesting infestations of your own?