January 16, 2017

I love where we live. I love that I can walk out the door, choose a trail and be out in the wilderness within minutes. I love that a thriving cosmopolitan city is only a fifteen minute drive away. I love that in the summer we go to the beach and in the winter we go skiing.

Do you know what I don’t love?

Raccoons who use our roof as their personal litter box.

Raccoons notoriously return to the same spots most times to…ummm….do their business. These particular raccoons have chosen a very dry, cozy spot.

Under the eaves directly outside our bedroom window.

As I lay in the dark last night listening to the rain I suddenly realized that the rain was making a new sound. A heavy, trotting kind of sound. Damn. I grab a flashlight and open the blinds.

Three sets of eyes peer back at me. If they could talk they would have said.

“A little privacy please.”

The Best Thing in Life is having something to throw at those little stinkers.

4 thoughts on “January 16, 2017

  1. candidkay February 16, 2017 / 5:27 pm

    I am laughing, b/c at least they are not trying to get in! Several years ago, a pregnant mama raccoon shimmied up my side porch pole and onto my very steep roof. She then proceeded to rip flashing off from around my chimney, trying to make some sort of internal nest to stay warm. It sounded like a 300-lb. man on my roof!

    • bestthingsinlife1964 February 16, 2017 / 6:23 pm

      We had to have our cedar shake roof replaced and rip out a wood deck to get rid of them. They found our deck very conducive to having large families. People say, oh they are so cute. I hate them!

  2. Erica February 16, 2017 / 7:16 pm

    Bram used to keep a handful of stones ready to throw at the little rotters, but they were so bold, they’d take their little catchers mitts out and lob ‘me back at him. My friend currently has cute little mice in her storage room, terrorizing all the Human inhabitants. Ah, Nature. Don’t cha just love it? Not!

  3. Life of Janine February 17, 2017 / 2:02 pm

    Oh this made me laugh 🙂 We’re urban so have no raccoons, but when we lived in suburban Louisville, Kentucky they would come right up on to our deck to eat the dog’s food. Poor guy – we didn’t understand why he was losing weight. The raccoons were shaking him down for his dinner!

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