Rodents, Pestilence and Disease…OH MY!
Posted on | June 1, 2007
It’s pertinent to start out this blog with just how much I hate raccoons.
Now don’t get me wrong.
They’re cute.
No doubt about it.
Their little faces look like adorable, furry bank robbers.
I loved Pocahontas and her little fuzzy friend. Like I said, adorable.
However, they’re scavengers.
The damage they’ve wreaked on my apartment is going to cost a fortune to fix.
They’ve completely destroyed the eaves trough and the ceiling of my porch.
I wake up to find more and more of their feces on the deck. (They’re feces, by the way, contains bacteria seriously harmful to children).
I can’t put out the garbage or the green bins the night before because I awake to find it scattered up and down the sidewalk and I have this aversion to picking up rotting food or garbage.
So they’re monsters. Little, fuzzy, cute monsters who devour anything and everything.
I know, I know, we’re the intruders. Urban sprawl has caused many animals to become scavengers.
When I used to go to an outdoor coffee shop the birds would actually land on the table while we there and try to peck at our sandwiches and crumbs.
They’re getting bold because they have to be.
I get that.
Now before you chastise me for being cruel with a lack of a smack of kindness I saw something yesterday that just broke my heart.
I was waiting on the porch for the fed-ex man to come (he was 35 minutes late thank you very much) and I was hearing this screaming.
At first I thought it was a little girl.
But the repetition made me realize it was an animal of some kind. A squirrel being attacked maybe?
No, it was a baby raccoon searching desperately for it’s mother.
It was one of the saddest things I’ve ever seen.
I wanted to throw rabies to the wind and venture out to hold it. Protect it.
The sound was awful, primal and base. Sometimes I feel just like that baby raccoon, still looking for my mother.
Of course, they’re all cute when they’re young.
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