No More Raccoon

The raccoon has departed our house and this world. It's sort of a sad story, so I won't go into too many details. The re-rigged live trap worked, but because of safety concerns Aaron felt it was better to kill the raccoon rather than risk getting attacked while trying to set it free. I made the mistake of looking at the raccoon while he was still alive and uninjured, and he looked sad and scared. I was wise enough to not hang around for anything after that. I shut myself in our room and cried a bit before retreating into "Rilla of Ingleside" to take my mind off of other things. Before it was all said and done, even Aaron was feeling sorry for the raccoon. If you want more details than that, ask Aaron. In any case, we shouldn't have any more problems with nighttime noises.

On a much lighter note, the following pictures were taken the other day after Noah decided to eat dirt. It's not the first time he's done it, and he's done it since. I don't know why. It can't taste very good, but almost every time he goes outside he digs in the dirt with his hands and then sticks them in his mouth. He doesn't even make "Oh-yuck-I-shouldn't-have-done-that" faces afterwards. (The face he IS making is because I wouldn't let him have the camera.) He actually seems to enjoy it. I think maybe it's hardwired into him as a boy thing? I don't remember the girls doing that. At least, if they did, they immediately regretted it. What you can't see in these pictures is the dirt all over his teeth and tongue. Very gross.