Saving log - $1 tip box
Spendng log - $1.19 coffee + $8 lunch
Nothing financial happened. The only thing interesting during the whole day happened in the morning when I walked through the Greenwood park gates for the bus and saw a raccoon ambling by in the road, unconcerned.
It wasn't a monstrously big one, but grown enough - more like an old teenager, young adult one. But raccoons out in daylight brazen like that meant it could be rabid. I stood still and waited for it to pass by then hop into a culvert on that corner.
Reminded me of other raccoon stories. The family of raccoons we apparently fed by setting a garbage bag outside (this before recycling when the Seattle garbagemen would actually trot into your yard and pick up your trash); the three foot high raccoon picking through the dumpster behind Dick's Drive In on 45th...
And the oldest story of all, when the other three foot high raccoon was trapped in dad's concrete silo, snacking on silage (cow kimchi - chopped, fermented corn stalks, tassels, and leaves). And raccoons are belligerent drunks, too. Whatever you do, don't shoot at a raccoon inside a concrete silo and MISS. Then you have to duck back out and wait for the bullet to stop ricocheting.
raccoon tales
February 12th, 2008 at 04:06 am
February 12th, 2008 at 04:18 am 1202789884
A friend of mine had one pop out of a dumpster and grab onto her one night. He hung there for several moments while she first froze, then screamed. I've been a little wary to open a dumpster lid ever since!
February 12th, 2008 at 04:53 am 1202792018
February 12th, 2008 at 07:51 am 1202802691
February 12th, 2008 at 09:26 pm 1202851562
But the wild ones are chicken killing, egg stealing, feed eating and spilling no good varments.