Forget the fact that I've got early stages of plantar faciitis (from freakin' flip flops!), I couldn't even feel the rocks under my feet. I tripped only once (onto the dewy-wet lawn), but I was up in seconds and barreling towards the back corner of our lot, out popped a scared, wet and disheveled Coconut(my Holland lop), but I kept going for the asshole who wasn't playing nice with my baby...

It hopped onto the back fence...I was staring at a smug raccoon. Honestly, if I were just a bit closer I would've punched that raccoon in the bum. My fists were clenched and I was pissed... but he slunk over the fence.
At that moment the backyard flooded with light, and a confused Scotty was standing by the sliding door to see his wife covered in grass clippings (from my fall)... with a wild look still in her eyes.
I scooped up my little boy and he grabbed Pancake. They're spending the rest of the morning in the sun room.
Only a couple bleeding back claws and a whole lot of saliva-matted hair... he put up a solid flight!
As I type this, I flicked on the floodlight to see a mother raccoon and her two little ones climbing around our garden... bunnies go inside at night time from now on.
2 comments:
it's quite possible that you're my hero. :)
damn raccoon...messing with your cute little coconut. i did however get a good visual of you covered in grass with a wild look in your eyes.... it made me chuckle.
jacqui
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