Monday, November 12, 2007
"Around the World" is what I call my wall of special things
Did I tell you I think there's a raccoon in my attic? Or possibly a small family of raccoons. Intellectually I know it's not true (probably), but at night I swear I can hear him/them rustling about up there. It's probably the wind. Only it's not.
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Wait, are you in your new apartment now? Are you sure it's raccoons?
I seem to recall seeing a bad telemovie from the 70's once, where there was a young guy living in the attic of a family home, spying on them through holes in the ceilings and stuff. I'm just saying. Have you checked the children?!
The ghost of Anne Frank?
I asked him to put a saucepot on his head, some goggles and a bathrobe, and go check things out. With a video camera. He said no.
Lame-o!
i hope it is poltergeists; as they are more interesting than raccoons.
You just need to get yourself some cat food and
a bag of white bread and go up there in white heels to check.
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