Bee on hyssop Last week at 4 a.m. on Tuesday—or was it Wednesday? it’s all a sleep deprived blur—the raccoon came back for more apples. Thud! Roll! Splat! James and I both woke up and held our breathe. Thud! Roll! Splat! We groaned. James swore, got out of bed, grabbed the cake pans, turned on …
