...doing?
Waging war on the possum. Mom did recon and found it's hidey-hole while I was at the gym... and, between us, we managed to drag it's nest (a box) out from under all the shelves, knock it over, and chase it with brooms and hoes out of the garage. Before it was finally evicited, it clampered up and down
every shelf in the garage, which, as we are a military family, is a lot, filled with all sorts of fun boxes and cartons. And, apparently, they can climb rope and electrical cords with equal ease. But we won and locked (closed) the door behind it. We're not doing anything else until tomorrow, to see if it left any friends behind, but the primary culprate is gone, and tomorrow promises to be full of bleach and hoses. The high tomorrow is 61. 30% chance of rain.