can everyone picture what a raccoon's hands look it. terrifying. now can you picture a pair of those hands coming under your front door. i can. george and the raccoons (yes plural- 3 to be exact) got in a fight one night and as he was holding two of them back the third was coming towards me and the open front door. i got my recycling bin and was screaming and throwing all my cans and bottles at them. george finally ran in and i slammed the door and checked him for battle wombs. he went to hide under the bed. i hear this scratching at the door, thinking it is him, i look over to see two sets of raccoon hands clawing at the underside of the door. i kicked at the door but they wouldnt go away and all i could think to do was get some pepper and pour it all around the door and it got in their faces and they left. then a couple days ago, i heard the scratching again and the hands were back. this time trying to reach george's food bowl- which is no longer located near the door as it was before. then i came home the other day to find a big whole in the bottom of my door. they were trying to tear their way in. then yesterday morning i had let george out and went back to sleep and all the sudden he was on the bed. the whole is not big enough for him to "let himself" in and out. im fixing it today but yikes.
just wanted to make you all laugh a bit maybe at my misadventures in life.
(brannon please read this to dess and tell her i told her so about she's got nothin on my bad days)
oh no i am about to post a cat story. i am that crazy aunt that talks about her cat. oh no.
love and miss you all tooooo much.
kiss all them babies and big kids for me.
and maybe pinch their cheeks a bit too. i think that will be my new thing - cheek pinching to go along with the cat stories.
<3 <3 <3
monkey
Sunday, September 6, 2009
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Wow! Sounds like something out of a badley made horrer movie. Did I ever tell you about the rat that moved in to our house wile we were gone for 10 days last year? He ate his way threw the dryer vent hose. He was about the size of a raccoon, and ended up being a she. We realized this after being torminted, and taunted by her for about 3 weeks, and then finding her babyes bedhind the dryer. It was a horable experiance. Finally after me sitting in bed and crying for several nights in a row cause I could hear her under our bed scratching and treaing at the carpet, we broke down and put out poisen. We avoided this for a wile thinking she probably wanted out of the house just as bad as we wanted her out. Hope you get that whole patched befor you wake up to a raccoon in bed with you. I love you.
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