So it was a fisher. Fishers are carnivores and generally live in dense forests, usually close to a source of water (when I read that on the internet I thought it was a pretty dumb comment, because OF COURSE they would live near some sort of water, because they need water to survive). Apparently they are fairly good at catching fish. In the U.S. fishers are a protected species that may make it into the endangered species list. But how can they be endangered in one country and not another. In Canada they are actually quite common, but don't like people and that is why, when James and I saw him, he ran into a hole. And for the feminists out there... yes HE could have been a SHE, but from the angle we saw the fisher at, it looked like a he.

Today was my first exam. It was a pleasure to write and I am so glad I don't ever really have to think about torts again.... knock on wood. But I don't want to talk about my exams because they are boring.

Instead I have a question... and for those of you who have yet to LEAVE A COMMENT... you can answer this one too (just click on comments and it will open a window to let you leave a comment). James and I defrosted some chicken tonight and when I started to cut it, it smelled so bad. It didn't seem like a normal smell, but I know for sure that the chicken was not rotten before we froze it. The date on the package said March 18, but we usually freeze the chicken right away, so it shouldn't have gone bad... right? I guess my questions are... how do you know if chicken has gone bad? and... how long can you leave chicken in the freezer until it is no good to eat?

So instead of eating chicken, we walked to Sebastian's and had sandwiches. Then James walked me to school because I had to work. So sweet! Aww young love... enough cheese... property law is calling my name.