
Feb 16, 2010, 05:47 AM
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Member Since: Oct 2006
Location: Appalachia
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Originally Posted by KathyM
Hope it's okay to stray off topic as well.....raccoons.
I now have a room that used to be a porch converted to a family room, but it's now a useless room - no heat/insulation, etc..
My husband had to have outpatient surgery on his leg. It was very late by the time we got home. It was a rough ride home (him having to drive), so I got him all settled into bed once we got home. I also changed into my nightgown and tattered old pink robe and slippers.
I realized we had left his pain meds in the car. It was very cold, and the snow was quite deep, but I figured I could run out to the car dressed as I was to get the meds - no one would see me.
When I opened the front door and stepped into the useless room, I heard a tapping sound. I turned and saw a racoon walking toward me. I stomped my foot, but it didn't scare him off. I went back into the house and got a frying pan and spoon to defend myself. It worked - he backed off enough to get me outside, but he looked ready to fight. He may have been injured or rabid.
I got the meds out of the car, but I was too afraid to step back into that room. The raccoon would have had the advantage, and I had made him angry.
I had no choice but to walk across my front lawn over to the back door - trudging through the snow wearing only my nightgown, ugly robe/slippers....carrying a frying pan and spoon, mumbling angrily to myself.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see a man walking his dog parallel to me. I didn't have the nerve to acknowledge him because I was too embarrassed of my appearance. He didn't have the nerve to acknowledge me either. He probably thought it was some sort of domestic dispute. 
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