There's something stinky around here, and it's not Gavin. That's what I was saying to myself nearly every day this week when I was in our garage. Seriously, it smelled as if something had died in there. Yesterday afternoon as Gavin and I were walking up the driveway returning from our walk, I noticed that some of the boxes in the garage were moved around. Closer inspection revealed a couple of pork chop bones and other choice morsels sitting on the garage floor, and hoo-boy did they reek. The night before we had inadvertantly left the garage door overnight (still getting used to the whole garage concept, apparently, especially the part about closing the door), so I deduced that some creature, likely a raccoon, had ripped open the bag of trash that had been sitting in the garage, in a box (still getting used to the whole trash can concept, too, it seems).
The mess was cleaned up later by my darling Jason. Trash day is today, thankfully, because that stuff is quite raunchy. We didn't put the can out last night, though, since we realized the racoon would likely be back to see what other delecacies he might be able to find. Last thing we wanted to do in the morning was to clean up a mess of trash all over the yard.
At 2:00 this morning, I was awake. I had to pee, and I could have sworn I heard a noise. I lay there for a while, listening for the noise. After a while I heard it again, and then again. It seemed to be coming from Gavin's room, but I knew it wasn't Gavin since he was in our room. I got up and crept into his room. The sound was coming from outside. I peeked through the blinds. And saw this:
There was a raccoon on the roof outside Gavin's window! And as if that wasn't bad enough, he was chewing on the house. Chewing on the house! I watched for a moment, then tapped on the window, trying to scare him off, but all I did was make him curious about the window, so then he alternated between supping on the siding and peering in the portal. I peed, then went back to bed. Jason woke as I crawled under the covers, so I told him about the raccoon. He got up and eventually managed to scare the critter off. There was a time of fear that the raccoon was dead as a result of being scared off the roof, but in the end he was alive and well, and sauntered off into the night. I am now having horriffic visions of him (the raccoon, not Jason) returning tonight and eating through the side of the house with a vengence and stealing Gavin from his crib. As if I needed more things to worry about.
Posted by allison at August 6, 2004 11:29 AM