Hurricane Michael

[outtathereligioncloset]

Sooooooo....the King was home this weekend from working at the beach. He went back about 6:00 last night. Called me when he got there. The guy he's sharing a trailer with had gotten there several hours before the King. When the roommate opened the door he saw a flash of something and heard a ruckus. Apparently they had a squatter there for the weekend who did NOT pay his share of the rent. It was a friggin raccoon! It dismantled the exterior cover to the dryer vent, dislodged the venting (that plastic/wire stuff that's sort of like a Slinky) and made himself at home. He carefully opened a pack of Saltines left on the table and ate them, leaving the wrapper behind. Then he made a "to go" order. Took the King's bag of cereal back to the wife and kiddies, apparently, cause the cereal was GONE, bag and all. The roommate chased him back out and put the dryer vent back together. When the King got there he discovered the little asshole (just so we're clear, the raccoon, not the roommate) had taken a dump in the middle of his bed. (Cue roommate laughter, cause as disgusting as it is, it's still pretty funny.) He said it didn't get past the comforter I sent him down there with, but he still washed all the rest of his bedding anyway. Called to tell me we no longer own that comforter. Dammit. I really liked that comforter. It was one of only a few queen-sized we own.

At least the little bastard hasn't learned how to use the remote. Yet.