In The Principality, where the wild things are
Skunks, squirrels, deer, rabbits, chipmunks, wild turkey, geese and a dozen or so different birds visit The Principality every day, and some are aggressive. Last year a deer burst through a window of The Place To Bead, upsetting the beads and the beaders.
Now we have even more exotic fauna: Neighbors on my street have been visited by at least one fox. Last month, parents picking up children at one of the local day camps were advised that the kids had been instructed on what to do when approached by a bear (the bear had made the newspapers).
Yesterday's paper headline: Mountain lion's sightings spread to Princeton border: Reports are unconfirmed by authorities; paw print examined. Was it a mountain lion? Or is it The Principality's version of Big Foot?
I'll start worrying when The Crocodile Hunter shows up. The Husband, however, is philosophical about it: "If the mountain lion eats deer, I'm all for it".
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In other NJ news, Roberto's noticed that State bond ratings cut over 3rd year of borrowing. Money quote (ehem):

With the latest borrowing, New Jersey's bond debt will equal 7 percent of the income of all its residents, Raphael said.
"It's always been above average, but now it's getting to the high area," Raphael said, noting the average among states is 3 percent

McGreevey's telling the Convention that "there is a better way, a New Jersey way".
No way.
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