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Timeshare!
Jun. 11th, 2005 07:55 pmHusband left today for a business trip to Berlin; since he is a Very Nice Guy he tried to take on as many household chores as he could before leaving, and since he is a very busy guy that means that he ended up watering the backyard late, i.e. in the dark, yesterday evening.
The racoons were not pleased.
They have made it abundantly clear apparently that we are only allowed Daytime Use of the backyard. In the nighttime, the backyard is theirs to use as they see fit. Judging by the Momma racoon and her four little ones I saw the other day -- and I will not describe the racket they make at night -- the nighttime activities are productive, ayuh. The occasional daytime activities are cute, especially when Momma Racoon shows baby racoons how to walk on the fence, and when they are so eager to try that they trip on their own tails (or their siblings' tails) and end up in a heap on the lawn. But honestly, I wouldn't try and approach them. They seem utterly unfazed by our presence. Husband once knocked on the window, trying to scare off a couple of racoon who were frolicking a few feet away. They didn't even look at him.
Yesterday evening, Husband had to use the weapon at hand to keep the racoons at bay, i.e. he hosed them down vigorously. He couldn't tell me if he hosed four different racoons away, or if the same racoon returned four times to the fight, but fact is -- we may have a racoon problem. Ahahahahaha.
Now, how do we contact the racoon embassy to negociate a contract, I wonder?
In even less fun news, the girls are Sick, and I really hope it isn't what I suspect they might have caught (not telling cos I'm supertitious. I still hope that if I do not say the word, they won't catch it. S'nothing bad, just really annoying, but I don't like it when they're sick and Husband is out of town)
The racoons were not pleased.
They have made it abundantly clear apparently that we are only allowed Daytime Use of the backyard. In the nighttime, the backyard is theirs to use as they see fit. Judging by the Momma racoon and her four little ones I saw the other day -- and I will not describe the racket they make at night -- the nighttime activities are productive, ayuh. The occasional daytime activities are cute, especially when Momma Racoon shows baby racoons how to walk on the fence, and when they are so eager to try that they trip on their own tails (or their siblings' tails) and end up in a heap on the lawn. But honestly, I wouldn't try and approach them. They seem utterly unfazed by our presence. Husband once knocked on the window, trying to scare off a couple of racoon who were frolicking a few feet away. They didn't even look at him.
Yesterday evening, Husband had to use the weapon at hand to keep the racoons at bay, i.e. he hosed them down vigorously. He couldn't tell me if he hosed four different racoons away, or if the same racoon returned four times to the fight, but fact is -- we may have a racoon problem. Ahahahahaha.
Now, how do we contact the racoon embassy to negociate a contract, I wonder?
In even less fun news, the girls are Sick, and I really hope it isn't what I suspect they might have caught (not telling cos I'm supertitious. I still hope that if I do not say the word, they won't catch it. S'nothing bad, just really annoying, but I don't like it when they're sick and Husband is out of town)
