I am a costume snob and this year I'm having costume block. I just can't think of anything with any worthy satire, well actually I did, but Dear Husband said it was anti-Louisiana, and while I'll do pretty much anti anything, I won't do anti-LA or anti-New Orleans. I do have some standards. Politicians are always fair game, but no one has done anything to inspire me. Seeing how it's getting to be that time, I guess I'll go with my back up idea, it's not satire, but it's not bad either. I doubt it will be on the news though.
Last night I started on the costume. I measured, I sketched, I cut screen. I researched paper mache, tore up newspaper, cooked up paste. I took pictures to show my group how things were progressing. I fed the mosquitoes, dodged the raccoons who were after the cat food and intermittently hopped around a bit in front of the motion sensor light every few minutes while I stuck paper mache to screen, (the stay on setting refuses to work for me). When I got done I was covered with mosquito bites and had a nice work out trying to keep the lights on. None the less, I was pleased with the progress.
I woke up this morning looking forward to seeing the finished product. I opened the back door expecting to see dry paper mache ready for a coat of paint and instead saw screen with bits of paper scattered about the patio. I was/am ticked off and amused. Those stupid raccoons are fed by almost every other neighbor, they inhale the cat food I leave out for my strays, I leave them scraps in the woods so why they felt the need to eat my paper mache is beyond any reasoning. The nerve of those ungrateful beasts; the audacity; the chutzpah, (we're Cajun, but my great uncle was Jewish and lived with the family for years so its been incorporated)! Dear Husband has a buddy who has expressed an interest in hunting those little furry beasts if ever I'd let him, I think it's time those raccoons and I had a talk about straightening up or else.