Thanks, your racoon story really hit home with me.
My first face to face meeting with a racoon happened in Louisiana. There was a big coon in my garbage about 3:00 in the morning, so being naive in the ways of the fearless coon, I went out with my faithful broom to shoo the dreaded creature away from my house.
Most animals will run at the sight of a human, so I wasn't expecting what happened next....The coon stopped eating half way through his big cookie, and stared at me for a second. I'm not sure, but I think I saw hatred in his eyes. The coon "THREW" the garbage down, jumped up, and started at me!
I turned and almost fell over my fuzzy slipper as I went stumbling towards the door, trying to poke at the coon as I went. I lost one slipper and dropped the broom, but I made it in the door, barely.... I was banging on the window yelling at the coon, trying to make it leave. It merely sat down in deliberate defiance, and glared at me.
I was shrieking so loudly, the whole family soon joined me at the kitchen window watching as the coon sanctimoniously picked up my fuzzy slipper and sat on it as he finished off "HIS" cookie.
I learned my lesson. Never, ever, take on a racoon. They'll win every time. |
