
Okay, I can believe I drank the whole thing. It's just so teeny, tiny that I just couldn't resist.
Monday night was such a nice evening. Matt and I enjoyed the beautiful weather and sat on our front porch and had a drink. It was the first time I had sat on our porch since the
Raccoon Incident. It was such a
pleasant night and I didn't even mind...
What? You want to hear about the
Raccoon Incident?
No, no I couldn't.
Really you want to know?
Nooo.
Okay, since you twisted my arm...
About a year ago, I was sitting on our front porch talking on the phone to my friend, Amy, who lives in Tucson. At the time,
Maisy's bedroom was right next to the porch so I kept the light off and was talking very quietly. All of a sudden something rushes up on to the porch, I just think it's the cat but IT'S NOT!!!! It was a mama
raccoon and her six (count them -6) babies looking for food. Well, I have a
very healthy fear of all wildlife and jumped up on my chair. I couldn't scream because that would have woken up
Maisy and the
raccoons were between me and the door so my only option was to start hooting and waving my arms wildly. Amy's on the phone yelling at me and I'm in hysterics. Finally all my arm waving and hooting payed off and the
raccoons moved off the porch and I ran inside. I couldn't stop laughing and it took a long time for me to calm down enough to tell Amy what
happened. Poor girl thought something terrible was happening to me and was starting to get concerned.
Since I am a HUGE chicken, I hadn't spent an evening on the porch since. Even with Matt near by I was still wary and jumped every time the darn cat walked on to the porch. It didn't help that Matt kept saying "Look! There's a
raccoon!" and then start laughing.
He won't be laughing when they come for him!