My landlord put a cage outside in an attempt to trap our skunk.
It's kinda cute - there's a very pleasing little plate of fresh vegetables inside it.
But I have to wonder: what happens if Pepe does get trapped inside? How can Mr. Grumpy (the landlord) pick up the cage and transport it (presumably to the wilds nearby) without getting sprayed?
I don't know about you, but I wouldn't go near that cage.
In other motel news, the guy who was doing all the noisy sawing and sanding? We made peace. He's doing work for a non-profit shelter. He's an addictions counsellor.
He's the guy I was thinking of when I wrote my previous post about redemption.
He redeemed himself in my eyes.
My neighbour Sophie, meanwhile, came up to me in a panic yesterday PM saying she had an invasion of ants in her house. Mr. Counsellor and I were in the midst of a conversation and he advised her to wash her floors with bleach. Sophie was so distraught by the influx of insects that I immediately went over to her apartment. She poured whatever bleach she had into a pail of hot water and I scrubbed as much of her kitchen floor (and walls and baseboards) as I could.
She never even said thank you.
Gosh. I really should lower my expectations.
And then, on the other hand, I called my neighbour E., the one who works at the local hotel, to ask her if I could beg a ride home from W-Mart in her car, because I was going to be buying a lamp and wasn't sure if I could carry it home by foot. She said of course! So I bought her a scented candle in a jar as my way of saying thank you -- would have gladly kept the candle myself, but I have enough of them and I figured she would like a little token of appreciation. And she did, although she clucked disapprovingly at me.