Sandy Supposes....

Raccoon Ruckus

: Sent to members of "Blogging Circle of Friends "
Day 2756 June 3, 2020
Did you know a raccoon always wears a mask, and compulsively washes his hands? What took us so long to get it right? Write about raccoons in your blog today. Maybe a funny story you've seen or an experience you've had with a raccoon.

         Oh, I've seen and experienced raccoons. One rather portly, scruffy specimen insisted upon wintering atop my camper at my seasonal site. Before winter, he'd methodically and deliberately knock down all the aluminum pieces protecting the roof of my trailer. Somehow, he'd haul himself up and into that sheltered space nice and cozy. He left odiferous calling cards in immense piles. In the Spring, he'd emerge bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. I suspect more graceful and limber raccoons would scamper or leap to the ground. My tubby rolled himself to the roof edge and grabbed at a wooden support beam before plummeting to the grass. After tumbling a few feet, he shook off the dirt and waddled away.

         His neighbour, an equally chubby groundhog resided under my trailer. For the most part, he kept quiet and to himself, but once in a while he would whistle. My hubby referred to them as non-paying tenants.

         Many years ago, my father-in-law returned from England and purchased a used vehicle, or more accurately a land yacht. He bought the biggest full-size station wagon he could find. That poor beast suffered the indignities of barrelling along dirt roads and hairpin turns. One evening, Bob phoned to ask for our assistance. He thought he'd struck a large rock and something had broken in that car's suspension. When we arrived, we discovered the unfortunate remains of an immense raccoon under that vehicle. Bob always referred to that incident as the time he hit a 'rockoon'.

         One of my senior clients regaled me with the tale of feeling something crawling up her legs as she slept in a tent. When she peeked, she saw two beady black eyes staring at her nose to nose. A baby raccoon had wandered into her tent probably curious enough to explore. My client held her breath and eventually her intruder departed, but not before leaving a wet, smelly calling card. Yep, she was christened by fresh urine.

         I wrote the following tale about a troublesome raccoon.

A RACCOON IS NOTHING BUT TROUBLE  (E) A raccoon forced from a chimney makes a "hullabaloo". #2033990 by SandraLynn