Fan-fucking-tastic.

It's been a quiet couple of days. I mean, after that debacle with the Animal Control guy, and the one after that with the exterminator, and the one after that with the priest (we're still looking for Father Elliot's left toe BTW), we were pretty much ready to just let the damned thing have the house and move away to a country where they don't have...whatever the bloody Hell this thing is.

But it's been a solid week now and no more screeching, no more pre-dawn howling, no more neighborhood dogs going missing and their tags mysteriously appearing in our garbage disposal. And for the first time in a long while, we're starting to feel a little bit hopeful. Maybe it's finally gotten bored with us and left on its own?

NOPE!

So I guess we have a new roommate now.

Fan-fucking-tastic!