[Dailydrool] 5:45 a.m.

[Beverly Szaton]

Llewis and Conley go out.
It is still dark.
I hear the first tenative yelp which means either Llewis has his foot
caught in something, or it is their "Whoa! What're YOU?" yelp. I decide it
is the latter and am putting on my shoes when all hell breaks loose. Uh
hunh. Whoa: what're YOU? it is.

Flashlight, leashes I head out the door trip on the mat that is out there
and fall flat on my face. The flashlight flies across the deck. I smell
skunk, altho not heavily. Not like if the "what're you"? was a skunk. I
crawl to the flashlight.

Conley has heard the very loud THUD and OOOOOOOOF. He is headed my way so
whatever "you" is it must be well out of reach. I somehow get to my feet
using the picnic table. Llewis of course is still at the back fence
bellowing. I stumble out to the fence where llewis greets me happily and
without a leash follows me into the house. I have seen nothing.

I go back out. I avoid the mat. Later I will perhaps soak it in gasoline
and torch it, the little bastard. (This is not the first time I have had my
feet grabbed by that mat.) I look everywhere and find nothing, am about
halfway into the house when I turn and shine the light into the tree at the
back fence and get two little bright dots. Eyeballs!!

It is a large and rather pretty raccoon, high up in the tree. We stare at
each other for a long time. I wish him well,promise to keep the dogs in for
awhile, and ask him/her not to try to nest in our attic again. Please.
I shut the door.
I haven't been back out, nor have the boys. Maybe around noon......

MomPerson to Nigel, Llewis and Conley
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