I'm continuously surprised by my house. Or, rather, by the living creatures that visit my house.
Today, as I was watching the news, a weasel casually strutted across my back porch.
Now, I do not live in the countryside. The neighbor's house is a mere six inches from mine. So I believe I am justified in thinking that wildlife has no place on my street. However, here I am with geckos in my room and weasels on my porch.
I'm just waiting for the wild monkeys to come down the mountain to take up residence in my kitchen.
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