Remember Belle, the border collie? She gets freaked everytime there's thunder in the distance, starts digging under the fence, and gets out? Well, she did that again last night. I figured she'd just go in the shop, and I'd put her back in the yard in the morning.
No such luck! In the middle of the night, I hear a huge commotion. Mumbling bad words, I staggered down to the shop. I figured, when I opened the door, I'd see two eyes looking back at me. Wrong! I saw six:
If you look closely at this next one, you can see the tail of one as she disappears into the saw cabinet:
So now I have to go home after work, take everything out of the shop, make sure there's not a whole family living in there, and make sure they can't come back in. I also need to make other arrangements for the cat, who's been living in there. The critters are clearly after the cat's food...