FAKE First Year Together: A New Day (May), ch 36
My father cooked dinner for us tonight, which consisted of lamb with mint sauce and roast potatoes. I only ate vegetables because I really don't like lamb, and I've pretty well gone off meat in the last few months. For some reason, I can't bear to eat chicken or beef. I just want to eat cheese, eggs, seafood and tofu for my protein sources. And I want to eat lots of vegetables, all the time. I love vegetables, ALL of them, unless they've been overcooked or badly pickled. I confess that I ate some bacon bits the other night, so I haven't added pork to the list, although the thought of eating it in flesh form, like pork chops or a pork roast, makes me cringe as much as I do for chicken or beef.
In other news, I think I've got a raccoon living in my attic. There's a large-ish animal up there, thumping around and snuffling, and sometimes an animal that is bigger than a cat but smaller than a dog chases Fluffy around the eaves of the roof. I hear the rapid pounding of their feet as they dash past windows, but I've never actually seen them. I think raccoons are very cute, but I don't like them because they bully cats. I also do not want a raccoon living in my attic! There must be a hole under the eaves somewhere. Does anyone know who you call if you have raccoons in your attic? Would it be an exterminator? I called an exterminator when we had rats up there, and he practically fell through my kitchen ceiling! The ceiling cracked and sagged and then had to be re-dry-walled and painted. I don't want that to happen again, and yet I don't want the raccoon to be killed (i.e. poisoned), either.
Anyway, enough about me and my meat and raccoon problems. It's about time I posted the chapter, right? Right!
In other news, I think I've got a raccoon living in my attic. There's a large-ish animal up there, thumping around and snuffling, and sometimes an animal that is bigger than a cat but smaller than a dog chases Fluffy around the eaves of the roof. I hear the rapid pounding of their feet as they dash past windows, but I've never actually seen them. I think raccoons are very cute, but I don't like them because they bully cats. I also do not want a raccoon living in my attic! There must be a hole under the eaves somewhere. Does anyone know who you call if you have raccoons in your attic? Would it be an exterminator? I called an exterminator when we had rats up there, and he practically fell through my kitchen ceiling! The ceiling cracked and sagged and then had to be re-dry-walled and painted. I don't want that to happen again, and yet I don't want the raccoon to be killed (i.e. poisoned), either.
Anyway, enough about me and my meat and raccoon problems. It's about time I posted the chapter, right? Right!
