Bleached

It’s Michels one and raccoons zero. For now.

Dean and I spent two hours scouring the play fort and washing away all traces of raccoon poo. My sense of smell has all but disappeared from the fumes. We also installed a radio – on the sports channel and left some bleach-soaked rags under the fort.

Now all we can do is wait… and hope the raccoons aren’t sports fans.

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