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.