So, I'm sitting on my deck, and my friend and I are having a good conversation — laughing, cracking jokes, and talking about just about anything. It's almost the middle of the night here, but she's out running errands in her area, getting ready to go to softball. I'm on Long Island, and she's in Anchorage, Alaska.
I told her Morris was outside with me, so in the middle of a sentence, I said "uh, hey, Morris! What are you doing?" I felt something touch my head. Oh, was I wrong. Before I could get off the chair and stand up, I was surrounded by four baby raccoons. These little guys weren't even afraid of me They were curious, and I was sitting there like a frozen stiff, telling my friend that I was being checked out by a bunch of baby raccoons, and it wasn't really up my alley! I started to whisper to them, "okay guys, you can all move away and onto the lawn now, or up the tree, because I really would like to get off this chair and into the house..." No, they weren't interested in going anyplace. They were checking out my sneakers. Checking out my hair. Sniffing and pawing. One spotted a bowl full of water, and the others followed. I took the opportunity to BOLT!
Once in the house, they kept scratching on my sliding glass doors. They wanted in. Sorry, raccoons, but no! Now ever since that night, these siblings come around, bigger and bigger, and wait by my door — hiding off to the side — to try to sneak attack to get in.
The other night, I heard a knock on my front door. I went to look, and who do I see at my door? Yes. A raccoon.
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You gotta love raccoons! Cute, but those nails and teeth... I think I'll keep my distance ;)