My dad set a trap (a non-harmful trap, mind. Not like a bear trap) to see what was killing his chickens. He captured a raccoon. I found it adorable, and we released it back into the wild.
I then had my FINAL dress rehearsal (we open tomorrow morning) and it went swimmingly, although I really wish I could trust my microphone to stay put. Also, I really wish I could trust the stage manager to place my props correctly - a bit of an issue with the "bowl of meat" occurred.
Now, I'm just playing guitar for an hour or so, then going to sleep; I have to be at the theatre at 8AM.
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