So we went out into the back yard at one point yesterday afternoon. And spotted, to our surprise, a raccoon. A young one, to be sure. It was halfway down our fence, frozen there, obviously waiting for us to move on and standing still so we wouldn’t notice him.
Except …
Ruh-roh. Raccoon was caught in the fence — either falling or climbing down, one rear leg had got caught in the down slats at the end of a length of it. (Our back fence is in pretty sad shape, but I digress), and he was caught there, upside down.
Still alive though, as it hissed and wiggled at us.
Ultimately (after sent Kitten back inside with the cats), Margie had to lift up a tree branch (which was lying on the fence from the neighbor’s yard, not helping its structural integrity), while I pulled that section of fence loose so the raccoon could hop down. All the while trying not to get close so that it wouldn’t leap up at my throat with big, pointy teeth.
We quickly trundled inside, as it hunkered down next to the fence. Cats stayed in last night.
My hope is that, hurt but unbroken, it shortly thereafter hobbled away to safety. Or, failing that, out of our yard. I didn’t go out to see if it (or its remains) was still there this morning. I’ll save that for this evening, oh goody.
Went out this AM using cutting some flowers as a cover story to Katherine. No sign of raccoon. However, the gap in the fence is very large now.
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Yeah. Well, I had to really tear it apart to get the raccoon out.
I’m glad the little fella is gone; I hope he’s okay.
Don’t worry Dave, I am sure that he will be visiting you some time in the night real soon like. =P
What if it was a wereraccoon???
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