Chockablock | 4-17-2020 | Afternoon
The raccoon and Edwina Bystrom had been participating in a stare-off for the last half an hour. Weenie had rolled nearer to her snack stash and grabbed a bag of chips, mostly because of hunger but a little bit to antagonize the animal that had snuck in to steal said snacks. Probably. It had lodged itself up in the corner of one of the workshops in the basement off the service hall, where delivery people (and apparently trash pandas) came and went daily. Rhiannon couldn't come soon enough. Dom had refused to broom the thing down. It was a waiting game of chicken, now.