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The list of things to do on my 1975 never seems to end, including a near sparring match with a big ol' racoon that was attempting tp take up residence under my console [img]/images/graemlins/shocked.gif[/img] I was buffing my T-Top and saw something moving on my deck out of the corner of my eye, and Mr. Racoon was making a bee-line for my console as I had removed the hatch to get some work done the previous weekend.
After defending my territory with flailing arms, he eventually went on the deck of an old Pacemaker adjacent and took refuge in the beat up salon. A mutant "critter catcher" was called in, complete with hair net and rotten teeth to catch the roque, she of course bungled the job and he scampered away. The entire marina staff of course was now involved and no work was done for the rest of the day as this event was worthy of an extended break and early happy hour as the story was told over and over with the arrival of each new person. I remained the only person working on a boat for the balance of the day. Somehow, Im sure I'll be billed for this.
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