As I was getting up this morning, I heard the cat screwing around with something downstairs. Fearing the worse, I turned on the light, but couldn’t see, so I got my classes … and did see …
… a raccoon, calmly tearing into a box of chocolate-covered something-or-others I had out for a future game.
Grabbed a … hmmmm, poster tube, I guess it was … and scared it off. It was a very primeval scene, let me tell you, but the hu-mans won.
Hopefully. Been a while since we had coon trouble, and I wish we weren’t leaving today — I’m less worried about burglars than about … other critters with masks now. Though it could have been worse, and he could have first come tomorrow, and had run of the place.
I will inform the house-sitting crew to keep their eyes open.
The spousal unit and I always joke that we don’t leave a key hidden outside the house because it would just be a matter of time until the ‘coons find it and break in. Tee hee.
Supernaturally smart critters. We still haven’t figured out a way to totally defend our bird feeders from them.
Wow! what a rude awakening.
Caught that Ferengi reference, I think.
I might have reached for a golf club and fixed the raccoon problem…
Nahh, too much brutality first thing in the morning.
Golf club probably wouldn’t have worked, at least not on the first swing, even with the way Dave hits the driver.
Consider your housesitter forewarned.
I don’t keep a golf club upstairs. There is a baseball bat — but, honest, I really don’t want to go toe-to-toe with a raccoon. The shipping tube was more of a stand-off weapon, if need be.
Yeah, that was a Ferengi reference, don’t ask me why. It was a very … primal experience — primative man, garbed in nothing but glasses and a fiece scowl, wielding a mighty triangular shipping tube. Kreegah!
LOL!
So, I have heard of Coon Hounds, so would this make you a Coon Geek?
And you could atleast said a Bat-lith triangular shipping tube. ;P
Or…
Like Porthos with Goblet of Wine in one hand and the Beautiful Margie on the other, you held off the Ravenous Beast with nothing more than your quick wit and devilish charm.
I didn’t think Margie would want to wake up for that. 🙂 And, alas, the raccoons are immune to my devilish charm.