I wish I could've gotten a picture
Sep. 14th, 2007 08:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
changeyourstars8Sitting here getting some editing done, and I hear these weird rattling noises out on the porch.
Normally I am a paranoid little person, but when 1) it's dark, and 2) Chris is away, it gets even worse. So I sit here for a minute trying to decide if it's something normal and nope, definitely not. Finally I get up, go into the kitchen, and switch off the kitchen light and switch on the porch light as I peek out the window.
Raccoons. Three fat, fuzzy raccoons on the porch batting around the cat's food bowl.
Me: *has cuteness attack*
Before I can go get my camera, they waddle off the porch and hide under the van, and then I see movement in the van itself. Harley's taken advantage of the fact that Chris left the window open to sit on the back of the passenger seat, staring at the intruders.
Might have to start bringing in the food bowl at night.
Anyway, I called mom about the latest Weird Animal Story, and I hear dad in the background-- "She saw raccoons? She's not going outside, right?" Me-- "Tell him no . . . they're adorable little puffballs, but they're puffballs with sharp teeth. Door stays locked."
I probably would've rolled my eyes at the question, if I hadn't given poor dad so many reasons to be paranoid over the years. ;-)
Normally I am a paranoid little person, but when 1) it's dark, and 2) Chris is away, it gets even worse. So I sit here for a minute trying to decide if it's something normal and nope, definitely not. Finally I get up, go into the kitchen, and switch off the kitchen light and switch on the porch light as I peek out the window.
Raccoons. Three fat, fuzzy raccoons on the porch batting around the cat's food bowl.
Me: *has cuteness attack*
Before I can go get my camera, they waddle off the porch and hide under the van, and then I see movement in the van itself. Harley's taken advantage of the fact that Chris left the window open to sit on the back of the passenger seat, staring at the intruders.
Might have to start bringing in the food bowl at night.
Anyway, I called mom about the latest Weird Animal Story, and I hear dad in the background-- "She saw raccoons? She's not going outside, right?" Me-- "Tell him no . . . they're adorable little puffballs, but they're puffballs with sharp teeth. Door stays locked."
I probably would've rolled my eyes at the question, if I hadn't given poor dad so many reasons to be paranoid over the years. ;-)
