Sometimes things get hectic.
Some nights things get very hectic.
Not as hectic as they could be or have been. Once we had over twenty raccoons in our backyard, all with forelegs across their chests, tapping their little raccoon feet, while we put out dog food, peanuts, cookies, and assorted other treats for them.
One night we had fox, raccoon, opossum, skunk, coyote, … it was Grand Central.
We loved it.
But this night it was raccoons only.
Maybe it was a union thing. We don’t know.