Monday April 28, 2008
Fucking Racoons
Racoons are cute, fuzzy, have great ancestry, are equipped with neat human-like hands, steal doormats, and like climbing up trees, but have difficulty climbing down.
And one damn near attacked me.
There I was, minding my own business having a smoke outside my front door, when I heard the two neighbourhood racoons scurrying around. One ran out and climbed two feet up the tree in the middle of our roundabout drive and stopped as soon as it noticed me. We then had a staring competition.
I waved. I smoked. We stared.
Then it made it's stupidly silly way down the tree, and walked up to the edge of the raised garden area bordering the roundabout, crouched low, and wiggled it's tail, just like a cat would before attacking. Do racoons do the same thing as an aggressive action? Certainly looked that way.
So I threw my butt at it, whereupon it scurried back a few feet and turned around.
I started to go inside, thought better of it, turned back 'round and advanced on it a few feet myself. It ducked tail and ran. Yay. I'm a scary humanoid. I feel proud.
Yeah. Fscking racoons.
— Alice
P.s. Yes, I read too much Steven Brust. The Taltos series (as well as the Romances) are very, very amusing to read. The interplay between Taltos and his jhereg (flying reptile) familiar, Loiosh, are beginning to effect my speech patterns. As is Dr. House. I am waay too influenceable.