Earlier this spring, racoons moved into my house. A female racoon found a way into the joists between the first and second floors. And then had babies.
How do I know, you ask? The babies squeak. And anything moving on drywall ceiling sounds like an elephant. It was… unpleasant. Then the racoon-removal expert asked them to leave politely. How? With the scent of a predator to scare them into moving. They moved a little… from the ceiling over the bathtub to the ceiling over my computer in the living room. “The situation”, as the senior Dr. Jones noted, “has not improved.” Plan B involved traps and cutting holes in my ceiling to get the babies out. It was done humanely by the expert. The whole process took about 10 days, and I believe workers invited out to the house work better if I’m there and at least watching, so I was almost as tired as the worker. Instead of writing much each morning, I spent time helping check for holes big enough for a coon to get in, etc, and learning what I could. I started out with a pretty good attitude of life is a challenge and this is a problem to be solved. I ended up with furniture shoved out of the way, feeling disrupted and much put upon. (That’s the only whining you’ll hear about it.)
But the morning I was feeling most dejected, I walked out and saw the roses blooming. I counted 50 on the trellis. Bad things are going to happen. So will good things. I don’t suggest ignoring the problems that we can tackle, but we can choose to focus on.