I hate doing a post without a picture ... or several pictures in fact ... I believe in that old saying ' a picture is worth a thousand words ?" .. hope that is what I meant to quote .. hope it didn't get it twisted ?
Because this morning I became TWISTED Menopausal CRAZY Madwoman and yes .. gardener falls in there some where ..
Our neighbors, bless their souls for being good people .. told us they saw a raccoon get on our roof and flip part of the siding/fascia ? what ever that term is, and flipping the bird at the neighbors at the same time ... the damn thing got into our attic ...
When hubby told me what they told him I just about dropped on the spot ... I'm sure the neighborhood heard me SCREAMING .. all those movies like the "Money Pit" and for some reason National Lampoons Christmas" when buddy is stuck in the attic and his feet go through the ceiling ... well they all came rushing in with one HUGE raccoon attached, rubbing his paws with glee and terrorizing the crackers out of me.
After hubby through a glass of water in my face and I stopped running in circles yipping .. he got on the phone and started calling all the animal control companies possible. THANKFULLY he found one that sounded like his head was screwed on correctly .. went through all of the steps he would go through .. and YES .. LIVE trapping with NO shotguns of hunting parties included that would rampage through my home.
This "saint" who will hopefully follow through and show up tomorrow is on my "nice' list, if he really does what he says he will do ... something familar about that phrase and I can't think what .. wait ... I know ... promises politicians make ... my god ... I hope he is better than THAT ??
So ... I am totally preoccupied with this event going the distance, and we will be raccoon free soon ? ... and I can stop watching the ceiling where ever I go in the house .. especially the bathroom .. why I think this guy can come through the bathroom fan is beyond reason .. it just keeps playing through my mind that while sitting some where, minding my own business, this HUGE furry creature will end up in my lap some how ?? ... talk about nightmare situations ... let alone trying to sleep wondering if he is picking his way through the ceiling to PEEP at me and LAUGH his bandit black eyes (aka A**) off at me .. well ... the list goes on and on and on ... my nerves are raw .. it might be time to get that ice wine brandy out again ... until this event is fully wrapped up ?
I'll let you all know how the house guest is moved to an outdoor motel some where else outside of Kingston .. where he/she can enjoy his/her own outdoor plumbing while reading the newspaper or a garden magazine ?
I swear I hear this tinkling of laughter all the time ... and eyes ... eyes watching me even as I type this .... UGH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Next installment when this adventure is DONE and I come home from the place that has the nice, straight, white jackets ............................. and no raccoons ever visit me ?
PS ... Sophie knew all along something was going on .. she was "stress" eating .. and all this time I thought it was because Emma was driving her mad ... BIG sigh ....