It happened yesterday. The raccoon raided our sweet corn patch during the night and ruined most of the ears I had planned to pick and freeze today.
So, how do raccoons know the precise moment to demolish one’s garden? Do they take turns scouting it on reconnaissance missions? It looked like a whole platoon of them trashed the corn stalks.
That led me to ponder more of life’s deep questions—like the ones below.
As you can see, life is full of unexplained mysteries. I’m looking for the person who can answer most of the above—because I want to ask him/her who built Stonehenge.