Woke up this morning and sat in my chair outside with my coffee. My pre-dawn peace was interrupted by the noise of my large trash can being knocked over. Out pops Mr. Raccoon from the tumbled over trash can. I jumped up to run to the door grabbing my cup of coffee first. It's all about saving the coffee. Here's the story of my first encounter with Mr. Raccoon:
So how was your Friday the 13th??
Mine began at the butt crack of dawn. I walked outside in the still darkness of night. I saw my cat jump onto the roof of my car and began to call him, all of a sudden he stood up on his hind legs. That should of been my first clue. Upon walking closer to my car I then realized that it was not my cat! What I saw before me was the biggest ugliest raccoon that I have ever seen. The raccoon was trying to use my car roof as a jumping off stage to deposit himself into the near by trash can. I threw my water bottle at him and missed. He jumped off the car and began to stalk me. I picked up a rake and tried to fend him off. I had to be at work and open the building on time. I ran back into the house to get more ammunition. I came back outside with a can of mace and a pan and spoon to make as much noise as possible. I jumped into my car and hurriedly locked the doors. ( duh! like he could get in, I was not going to take any chances ) I did make it to work on time. Might have to call the city to get a trap as I do not want another surprise..surprise..surprise ever again..