I went out to throw some compost on our compost heap and jumped back with a scream when I saw the little raccoon sitting there eating our scraps. I guess he wasn’t too happy about the meeting either, for he hissed at me.
We’d seen some of these little guys a couple weeks ago, a set of five kits that had been nesting in our neighbor’s tree. The mother abruptly abandoned the whole lot of them and they wandered around looking both cute and vicious. Raccoons can do that.
Some years ago a duck had been nesting behind one of our neighbors’ shrubs and they had gotten a little pool all ready for when the ducklings hatched. You can probably guess how raccoons enter into this horror story. They got some tasty duck eggs out of the deal, but all the rest of us were very disappointed.
The raccoon is still in our compost heap, staring balefully at me.
In the words of Gollum, I say this to the masked marauder: “Leave. Now. And never come back!” I think if the raccoon could talk, it would say the same thing to me. I’m not going to argue with a raccoon.
I’ll probably abandon this post in the morning.
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Cute pictures and it reminded me of my mom. In their retirement years mom and dad had a little home in the mountains. My mom loved critters of all kinds,,,snakes, lizards, deer…….and yes raccoons 🦝 🦝 🦝. Much to my dad’s dismay, she had them coming to their back door where she would hand feed them. The mask alone should tell you they aren’t always so friendly. Thanks for your post!
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Wow! That’s closer to a raccoon than I would want to be. Thanks for sharing that sweet memory of your mom. ❤️
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