I’m something of a night owl. I can’t remember the last time I got to bed before midnight, and usually it’s much closer to 01:00. It’s been years.
Last night, a couple minutes after 00:30, something bumped against the outside wall of my office. There’s a security camera there…
What a pleasant surprise! I mean, as long as the little monsters haven’t found a way in and out of the garage or roof or something.
Those of you who have been here a while will remember that at our previous house we had many, many adventures with trash pandas!
“Raccoon Sex (The Noisy Kind) On The Skylight!”
“Mama Raccoon Rescuing Her Babies From The Empty Jacuzzi!”
“The Ceiling That Dripped Blood!” (Oh, wait, that one was an owl. It was only after we got rid of the owl that the raccoons moved in, and we never got rid of the raccoons.)
And on and on. Just search for “raccoon,” a few dozen more pop up.
But that was at the old house. We’ve now been here, up on top of a freakishly steep hill and I have only seen a raccoon once or twice, even though we’re only a mile away from the old place.
Until last night.
I will have to keep my eyes peeled.