Unexpected Visitors

Following my initial balloon encounter yesterday, I parked the MG in the garage and discovered that we had been visited by yet another uninvited guest. Some items in the garage were knocked over, bits of paper were strewn about, and torn bits of chocolate bar wrappers were everywhere. But the tell-tale signs that gave this bandit away were the tiny motor oil footprints across the floor. Clearly a raccoon had somehow found its way in and wandered around for a bit.