so, my orginial picture was just of the bedpost. it was already 11 o'clock and we were in bed falling asleep when i remembered that i hadn't taken my pic of the day. since i'm sure that once i let one slide, i'll start letting it slide all the time, i forced myself from bed and took a quick pic of the bedpost.
that's when we heard it outside...
stupid raccoons were getting into the trash again. the poor neighborhood cat's been getting the rap for the stupid raccoons but we caught them red handed.
johnathan was looking out the window and said three of them were going toward the backdoor side of the house. we started sneaking around the house (we didn't turn on any lights and we were tiptoeing cuz johnathan kept saying "shhh!"). anyway, he grabs the broom and heads for the backdoor. i followed him but realized i wasn't gonna get any action. i told him "i'll take the front."
i went to the front door, slipped on some flip flops and grabbed the nearest weapon which happened to be the christmas wrapping paper sitting by the door. i flipped the front porch light on and took off like a bat out of hell onto the deck.
i saw two little raccoon heads pop up from the back of johnathan's truck. caught you red handed suckas!! so i ran down the stairs and towards the truck. by the time i'd gotten there one had just jumped out the back and ran underneath my car and the other was just getting ready to crawl out of the truck. i revved up and smacked that raccoon in the face with the wrapping paper!
it hissed at me, i screamed and ran back up the stairs. i was more concerned with the one underneath my car coming out and attacking my legs since i was in my nightgown and flip flops.
johnathan finally comes barging out the front door in his chalas and tennies still carrying the broom. meanwhile, i'm standing on the porch, straining to keep an eye on the raccoons, shaking, my heart tripping over itself, and laughingly repeating (a little stupidly) "i smacked it in it's face... i smacked it in it's face..."
we waited outside for a few minutes to see if they'd come back before i went to check underneath the vehicles. armed with a wind up flashlight, i bravely went off the deck... and screamed at every shadow and the noise johnathan made at the deck while constantly asking "do raccoons attack?" constantly thinking about the comment johnathan had made earlier (before we left the house) about raccoons being vicious and how they'd probably kill roxy if we let her loose to fight with them. who's idea was it to let roxy loose to fight with rabid raccoons anyway?! who said anything about roxy fighting raccoons??
anywho, no raccoons. we went back inside but couldn't stop laughing. we laid in bed for a good 45 minutes laughing and coming up with scenarios of when the two trash raccoons and the three backdoor raccoons met up in the ditch.
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