Wah!

My baby left for camp this morning, just for two days, but it's more than an hour away! She is super excited, but peeved that she didn't get put in the "haunted" cabin. Seems there's some story about how the lake the camp is on used to not be there, and there were train tracks running there instead, and some dog got hit on the tracks and now haaauuuuuuunnnts the camp, or more like one girl's cabin. And you can supposedly still see the tracks in the lake, which um, doesn't seem feasible, but hey, kids and their stories. I did make the mistake of going to the library yesterday and getting her some books about The Roanoke Colony, because she has to do a real life mystery for her next book report and I told her about that and she was all intrigued. In retrospect, probably not the best reading material for an itty girl the night before she heads off to camp in the woods for the first time. Hopefully the Croatoan will leave her alone, and instead her days will be filled with fun and perhaps spotting more exotic wildlife than what's on tap around here.

The ever elusive tree cat. They were all actually up in there, chasing each other around like squirrels.

Cat food snarfin' possum. Passably cute only because you can't see the hideous rat-like tail.

Miss T, I lit a candle for Laura today. My continued condolences to her family.