Lost Soul in a flat and sky-filled land with nothing to protect me but an M.A.

Sunday, August 06, 2006

Twas the night before urbanization


Last night, while I was peacefully watching a movie all by myself (Brock has gone back to Saskatchewan for his sister's wedding). When out on the front lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, tore up the shutter and threw open the curtain. The full moon on the breast of the street light glow gave the luster of mid-day to objects below. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a knocked over garbage can and a bag being torn open not by a man. With a huge fat culprit, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be a raccoon. More stubborn than I his coursers he stayed, as I whistled, and shouted, and called him bad names;"Hey! Hey you! I see you! Go away! Get! Get away! I'm not kidding! Go away! I don't want to have to clean up your mess in the morning! HISSSSS! Now dash away! dash away! dash away you big fat beast!"As the cars drove by, their lights catching his eye, he still kept to his courses, with a mouth full of grapes, and I saw him smirk too.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, and his teeth were all sharpened from scraps in my neighbourhood. His eyes -- how they twinkled! Those sneaky dark eyes framed by a black mask, as if a real robber doing his task. He had a broad face and a big round belly, that dragged on the ground, when he found something smelly. He was chubby and plump, a right nasty old thief, and I panicked when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, soon gave me to know I had everything to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and spilled all the garbage, then turned with a jerk. And as I went for my camera, to prove what I saw, a group of skate-boarders startled him as they went by. He sprang to his feet to make his escape, and away he snuck so terribly pleased with himself. But I heard him exclaim, ere he waddled out of sight,"Don't worry my dear girl, I'll be back another night."

This is the only evidence I have of the terrifying experience.

10 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

i want more like this! i think you should post exclusively in rhyme from now on.

10:31 p.m.

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

So was there a great big ol' mess the next morning?

D

6:15 p.m.

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ammonia works for keeping racoons out of the garbage. If that fails remember your archaeology training and hit it with your shovel (always a viable problem solving option).
-CP
ps. Racoons are like mini bears. Lousy destructive buggers.

7:13 p.m.

 
Blogger carrie said...

Just old slimey grapes spead out. Apparently he found those first and liked them. Too bad I didn't have a shovel.

7:36 p.m.

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

yes, but you have a hatchet, dear.

1:24 a.m.

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

A hatchet wouldn't work because you would have to get too close to the rabies infested bastards.

D

11:01 a.m.

 
Blogger carrie said...

I was more worried about having to cleanup after the bugger. I think a hatchet might be even messier. Plus, as Meagan pointed out, they are not alone. This one is the leader of a group of three that live in the back alley 1 block down from me (right behind Brock's friend Christy's house). It is also really mean because I have seen it attacking other lone rogue raccoons that live on the other side of the street. I swear, at night it is like gang-wars between the wildlife here.

3:54 p.m.

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yes, but what of the squirrels?!
-CP

1:44 p.m.

 
Blogger carrie said...

I saw 2 black squirrels playing together today, and 2 grey one playing a couple of days ago. Although, they were chasing eachother so maybe they weren't playing. Maybe the squirrels of Ontario are prejudice of their own colour. Hmmmm...something to ponder.

3:01 p.m.

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

they totaly are! racist, that is. i think someone did a study on that...

3:30 p.m.

 

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