4:20 AM again. Overrun with raccoons, like 11 or 12, four possums, Who cares about the stupid armadillo, and 5 tomcats. the coons have weaponized cute! they know if they get my attention and do something decidedly non-wild animal-like, I'll give them some Cheetos or some kind of leftovers the cats won't touch. tonight, one got in the trash and woke me up, I opened my eyes to see six coons, all standing (Yeah, on two feet!) looking at me! Screw the Doritos, my gums still hurt and they're getting a bit funky! Hoover and Snowball slipped in and hoovered up the crumbs. There's something almost magical about having a wild animal that could conceivably do me serious damage (Roscoe and Maude probably both weigh in at around forty pounds, they're fully grown and fat as hogs!) walk right up and take a Doritos out of your hand.
P.S
They have stopped crapping on the floor!
P.S
They have stopped crapping on the floor!