I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.
— Vincent VanGogh
David called me downstairs sometime after 11 last night because he thought he saw a fox on the balcony. To be fair, he could only see the shadow of the critter’s head at first, but it was obviously not a fox on the third floor balcony, but this little guy:
He left about 10 minutes after we spotted him, shimmying down the corner pole. He didn’t seem to do much (even when we weren’t shining a spotlight on him), and I hope he doesn’t do any damage to our plants. What do raccoons eat, anyway?
* You should see the movie with this name – it is excellent, and I kind of fell in love with Richard Jenkins a little bit.