We ended up not going with the donut plan, as outlined in yesterday's blog. Instead, the landlord has borrowed a trap, which he will return along with the caged Mr. Raccoon, who, I believe, is going to be turned into a raccoon barbeque. The trap has been set with sardines on whole wheat pita, which has been baking in the sun all afternoon so that it will be nice and stinky. I am pleased that they took the time to carefully lay out the fish on the pita in an attractive way. That little extra touch feels bittersweet and makes my heart swell a little as I contemplate the whole situation. It is a pretty decent last meal for our convicted/evicted friend.
Length of Feather: 2"
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