The countertop is very stained.
Raccoon Number One passed away behind the fridge (found him on trip number two, after he ate poison we left for him on trip number one (when we could not make our way into the family room to close up the then-open fireplace)). The splotch marks the spot below. It was ugly, and the memory of it still is.

The black trash bag is on the counter to give us a clean working surface.
As usual, the windows are still intact, and they will open and close, but only if you muster the courage to touch them.
















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