I just looked up and saw a possum sitting in my open window. Time to close the windows, so that we don't have another uninvited guest on the heels of our last tenant who didn't chip in on utilities, the rat that we finally caught yesterday evening.

To fully appreciate the magnitude of this unanticipated event, consider that I live on the second floor of the Raymond House, and that hopping into my window from the outside is no easy feat, but requires limber and agile parties.