Once we tried to smoke them out. We lit a fire, knowing they were there. We hoped that the smoke would cause them to scurry out the top and never come back. Instead, they caught on fire and came crashing down into our living room, all charred and in flames and running madly around until they dropped dead.
"Love affairs are like that," she says. "They all are like that."
24/07/2009
We have raccoons sometimes in our chimney
Posted by The girl at 8:05 pm
Labels: Lorrie Moore, love affairs
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