I haven’t talked enough about the Christmas holiday. We had a wonderful time hanging out and we all ate and drank far too much. There were also a few silly moments. This one is brought to you by my mother.

The parentals have 4 cats and 1 loopy black lab named Charlotte. Gary, my step-father has to get up at 5 to get ready for work. One morning I heard Charlotte barking and Gary trying to keep her quiet at ridiculous o’clock. I rolled over to go back to sleep- hadn’t slept well the night before. I was about to drift back off when—

I hear my mother SHRIEKING. (I wish I was exaggerating.) “GUYS!!!! COME DOWNSTAIRS IF YOU WANT TO SEE A RACCOON!!!!! GUYS! THERE’S A RACCOON!!!! GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

I roll over and look at Stuart. Stuart rolls over and looks at me. We shake our heads each of us thinking, “What the fuck??? I don’t care about no fucking raccoons.”

She starts wailing again. “NICOLE!!!! THERE’S A RACCOON!!”

I had a sudden flash to growing up when she would be really loud on a Saturday morning- crashing around opening closets and cupboards and singing to herself to wake us up because she wanted to have someone to talk to.

Find out later that morning when we get up at a reasonable hour that two raccoons had gotten in the screen porch and were hanging on the wind chimes. The dog and cats (and my mother) were going ape shit.

Jen, bless her got up when my mum yelled. I however, missed the little beasts. I’m okay with that.

I’ll save it for the next visit.

Trackback URL for this entry: http://travelingtreefrog.com/2008/01/15/attack-of-the-killer-raccoons/trackback/