Sakura of DOOM

For the second time this year I knocked my waterpik off the sink onto the floor and broke it, and for the second time the broken piece disappeared into a black hole so I couldn't see if it was fixable so for the second time I went up to Loblaws and bought a new one for close to $100. That thing now stays in the corner and if I'm cleaning it goes on the hall table.

Two young raccoons were climbing my cherry tree the other evening and, I assume, nibbling on the desiccated fruit that remains. Fine: means I can start using the washline again. Not that I care to have raccoons and their toxic poo in my garden but I suppose it's better than the coyotes that have the neighbouring FBs in a tizzy.  At least one pair has been denning beside an empty house and the frequent sightings have some people losing their minds, because the adults keep warning dogwalkers, and more to the point their tiny dogs, away, sometimes  viciously.  The most anti-coyote voice ('Remove them! Put them in an enclosure!') is the woman who was delighted when KFC closed because she was so concerned about people eating unhealthy food. People keep telling her to be quiet but of course she won't be.

Walking up the street this evening I counted three doggie bags left on the sidewalk at various points, something of a record. They're from irresponsible dog walkers who dropped them in other people's green bins after the garbage guys came through, and the owners of the green bins removed them when they came home because who wants someone else's dog poo in your bin in this weather? Being scratchy myself from allergies and humidity (am certain there's mould in my basement coming up the vents) I might wish coyotes on the dogs of said walkers, but it's not the dogs' fault that people are, well, shit.