On Sunday morning I got up and we had finally trapped a couple of raccoons. I think the trap slamming shut waked me at 4:30 AM, and when I went out a little before 7:00, there they were. Note how, in less than three hours, the one on the left – the mean one – had already seriously shredded the plywood under the cage.
Two trapped raccoons on my roof Sunday morning.
I texted the animal control company and they said they’d be along to pick them up.
I went for a walk, and when I came back the one on the right had eaten all the food and gone to sleep in disgust. The one on the left – the mean one – had eaten all the food and was trying hard to get out.
Three hours+ in the trap
I was driving to Harvard to get the train to Chicago, so I could meet up with Belana and Mark and go see Wilco at the Pritzker Pavilion. The guy to take the raccoons away arrived just as I was carrying my bags to the car. He removed the full traps and set up two new empty ones.
It was gates at 5:00 and show at 6:30, so before we went in, we got sandwiches at Eataly and had a picnic.
Picnic sandwiches at Wilco
The show was fun except I cannot sit on the ground comfortably – at least not in the knee-length denim skirt I was wearing. Maybe in leggings – but I never have been good at sitting crosslegged. Our seats were sold as lawn and listen – they did not have screens – and they really were just that. We could not see the band, only the light show. Seems like the set list was quite similar to Madison on Friday and Minneapolis the night before. And the light show was similar to what they had when we saw them at Overture Center in 2011.
I had a long texted conversation with one of my former students – I was watching families with little kids on the grass and thought she and her writer/music reviewer husband and daughter might actually be there. Instead they were at Ravinia watching the CSO perform 1812 Overture with real cannons. Itzhak Perlman conducting.
I played around taking pictures of clouds. I’ve even got one of them as my iPhone wallpaper now.
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Rach discovered another trapped raccoon on Monday morning, but no pics. Three gone, and maybe that’s all of the destructive little f**kers.
I thought I had lots to tell you about cooking and food, but somehow doesn’t seem so important right now. I did spend a bunch of time on Saturday peeling, skinning, and chopping tomatoes, and cooking corn. I blanched some and roasted some, and cooked some on the cob, too.
And tonight I made Marion Morash’s eggplant with tomatoes and cream and us girls ate it for dinner with a salad with some of the roasted corn. But my head and sinuses hurt, and I’m fretting about John & Megan driving back to Chicago from Megan’s dad’s funeral in Iowa … I suppose it’s time to go collapse on the couch.