Persistance of Memory
Recently I was annoyed and perturbed to hear clear signs of something critter-like on my roof, digging and prying at the shingles. I checked the attic, it was empty. But early this morning, who should I see on the roof but Momma Raccoon, an expression on her face that clearly said "I KNOW that chimney was here, they can't just walk away! Where am I going to raise my babies now? It was ideal! View, convienient to shopping, safe for the kids ... This is horrible!"
I do sympathize. Finding housing in the Seattle-metro area is a right pain in the gluteal region.