This has been a very strange and emotionally draining week. My youngest was in a serious car acciden
This has been a very strange and emotionally draining week. My youngest was in a serious car accident–he’s fine, but it was a terrifying experience for him and nearly caused me a heart attack. I just wanted to bring him home, wrap him up, and never let him out of my sight again.Earlier on the day of the wreck, I had discovered a small raccoon in our broken outdoor garbage can (broken because raccoons had torn the lid off it long ago). There was standing water in it from the constant rainstorms we’ve had–like the rainstorm that caused my son’s wreck later that night.I figured the creature got himself into the can and could get himself out. Besides, I hate raccoons–they cause no end of damage around here. And they’re vicious. If I tried to help it, it would bite me anyway.Fast forward 24 hours–after I had rushed out to a rain soaked country road to get to a panicked and shell-shocked teenaged boy and stay with him until the wrecker had towed away what was left of his car while he held on to me and cried like he hadn’t done since he was little. After I’d gotten him home and to sleep well after midnight. After I couldn’t sleep at all for visions of what might have happened if not for seat belts and airbags. After I worked 9 hours the next day. I got home from work and remembered the little raccoon. I looked in the garbage can. It was still there, and it looked up at me absolutely pitifully. And suddenly, confirmed raccoon hater that I am, I became determined to rescue this furry little creature, hungry, bedraggled, and soaked by the same rain that nearly killed my baby.So I looked around the garage for something a raccoon could use as a ladder and came across my husband’s big level. I stuck it in the garbage can. The raccoon just stared at me and ignored it. I gathered up all three cats and the dog and made them stay in the house because I figured any one of them could kill the little raccoon in its current condition. Nearly 2 hours later, I heard a sound and looked out the window to see the little guy emerging shakily from the garbage can, very slowly climbing up the level. He crept unsteadily onto the closed lid of the can next to it and lay there a long time before gathering the strength and courage to leap down. The last I saw of him, he was crawling off into the woods.I have no idea what’s happened to him since. I still hate raccoons. But I hope that little one is okay. -- source link
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