The other day coming home late from Band / Pageantry Practice, Kat and I saw a raccoon walking across the road. A fat saucy raccoon, it waddled across the street until the car headlights shown on it and then it moved a bit faster. Went into a yard and proceeded up the yard into the back patio. Kate and I suspect it was going to eat dog food or cat food left out on patio. This raccoon was an animal that knew where it was going and what it wanted. We did not cause it enough concern to detour.
One of the interesting effects was on Kat’s mood. Before we saw the raccoon, she had been tired, grumpy, and out of sorts. Usual effect of a late night practice that ended late. Next week she has 5 straight days of band / pageantry related stuff followed by an all day tournament. But we saw the raccoon and stopped to watch. Actually backed the car up to follow it’s progress in the yard. It was neat and unusual to see a raccoon. And after doing so, both of us were in a good mood.
Told Bob about this and he mentioned he’s only seen a raccoon once in Vista; years ago. But it was memorable. The girls and I were gone—where I don’t know. But he was home alone and he heard a terrible noise in the kitchen. Went out to see that there was a raccoon in our kitchen pantry holding the 10 pound sugar bin in it’s hands. Flour and oats were everywhere. It had been feasting on stuff and wanted to finish the meal with sweets. Bob’s thought was to back up and close the door to our bedroom. The cats were no help, they did not budge towards this creature. Bob decided that clothes were needed before anything could be done. It took him long enough to get dressed that the raccoon got bored and left. The kitchen door got shut; and he did the clean up in the morning.