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.