Yes, this is another raccoon posting. Procyon lotor has once again tested the Bateman Street boundaries.
About 2 min ago I am sitting at the table, debating about how to begin this project that is due tomorrow, and I heard a suspect shuffling sound on the front porch. The motion detector light was not activated despite the fact there was clearly something less than 3 feet from me. Whatever it was, it was moving around the cat food bowl with mighty vigor.
I opened the front door with great exclamation and the lone clever coon jumps off the deck and turns around in the driveway. He looked at me. I looked at him. He sized me up. I sized up him. It was strange because usually these things travel in coon posses. Appparently, this one has been abanoned by its fellow coon brothers and sisters. (Poor thing)
Now in the driveway, the damn beast proceeds to get on its hindquarters and begins to approach (walking upright!) the edge of the deck, looking hopeful I will put the bowl of food back on the porch. It even attempted to shimmy up the porch side. I leered at the damn thing, it made a noise, and galloped into the street.
That said, the food contents have been removed from the porch and I am wondering when and if this species knows how to operate a door knob.
2 comments:
You and your trouble with raccoons!
They're tough little critters, I've known many a person who has gone toe to clawed toe with a racoon and has come away the lesser man!
Huzzah to you and your victory!
Yes, I do write about raccoons a lot. But they are the only *people* to come home to at night. Consider yourself lucky.
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