Last night, as I was up in the wee hours (as usual), I hear a strange noise outside the sliding glass door that leads to the patio. “Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr,” it rings out, in a high pitch. “What the heck was that?,” I thought, thinking it could be a cat or a oppossum (having seen one right by the patio in the past). The noise stops, so I thought, “Oh well…whatever it is must be gone”.
“PURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!” goes the noise again, louder this time, closer. “Ok,” I think to myself, “What on earth???!” I decide to investigate further. Scared to open the patio door, I turn on the patio light and creep to take a peep out the vertical blinds.
*GASP*!! I jump a mile high as a raccoon scurries away from my patio, up into a tree where his or her lover and/or friend raccoon is patiently waiting. We look at one another, both scared to move. They seem to almost belong in that tree, making me feel like an imposter. Meanwhile, the dogs are going CRAZY and barking at them frantically. For crying out loud, I live off the service road of the tollway in an apartment. This is raccoon territory now?
As they rush off in the night, out of my view, I relax. But each time I hear that noise, I feel the city go away, and the wilderness creep in, if only for a moment.
July 18, 2007 at 9:15 am
Kellye,
I can only imagine how scary that was for a brief moment, but even reading it now, it still makes me laugh as much as it did last night when you told me!
Have a great day!