Ew.  Today I had to pull out the shovel to scoop a dead squirrel into a bag from beside my front porch stairs.  It really makes me wonder/worry about the chemicals that pest places use.  It makes me even more concerned that one might keel over in my backyard, where a fuzzy I love very much could grab and chew.

Today I scheduled an appointment for the weekend to talk to a builder.  I dunno if it's really in my desired price range, but I'll at least go see what the other expenses all tally to before I cave and recognize I'm going to have to settle.  The last thing I want to do is bury myself under a mortgage.