The not so secret sex life of raccoons
Sep. 11th, 2007 01:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rkoldMy backyard could be a nature program, either that or some sort of wrong CGI animated feature starring raccoons.
I was sitting and procrastinating going to bed much like Basil some nights when a horrible squeaking sound came from outside. I worried this meant we had another dead squirrel but thanks to Mr. Flashlight learned instead it was two randy raccoons going at it. Mr. Flashlight didn't seem to bother them, but the appearance of Mr 'Hey! That's my wife!' did. They're still squeaking and hiding under the tarps over the wood and presumably having more raccoon sex. I am so displeased. I don't trust them to vacate the area under the tarp come morning and getting bit by a randy raccoon rates very low on my list of life's goals.
*sighs*
I was sitting and procrastinating going to bed much like Basil some nights when a horrible squeaking sound came from outside. I worried this meant we had another dead squirrel but thanks to Mr. Flashlight learned instead it was two randy raccoons going at it. Mr. Flashlight didn't seem to bother them, but the appearance of Mr 'Hey! That's my wife!' did. They're still squeaking and hiding under the tarps over the wood and presumably having more raccoon sex. I am so displeased. I don't trust them to vacate the area under the tarp come morning and getting bit by a randy raccoon rates very low on my list of life's goals.
*sighs*
