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Sorry I haven't been posting so much. Its been busy this semester!
I just realized that I have six classes left until I graduate. I'm in four right now, meaning that if I pick up two this summer, I will be out of here. I am stunned and incredibly pleased.



There is a raccoon that has taken residence beneath the old shed right next my place. He ought to have been a delightful addition to all of the other wildlife on the property. I remember reading about families in Maine setting out saucers of milk for this exact creature on saucy July nights. You would give him bread and he would dip it into the lake before eating, in a classic postcard to all things wild.

Yet as this tale developed, I came to remind myself of the tourists who have mistakenly believed that grizzly beers were as huggable as their loveable cartoons.

Our outdoor cat is now afraid of small noises and tiny movements. These days, she bounds into my brother's place like a donkey chased by the proverbial stick. I then catch her darting straight to the window and peering avidly outside whilst twitching slightly. Meanwhile, a nocturnal bachelor has started making impressively loud forays behind my bedroom deep in the night.

Last week I heard rain dribbling against the metal drainpipes of the house- a slow sonorous back and forth trickle. After a few moments, it got louder. On impulse, I banged on the far wall that was by my bed.

The rain stopped.

Earlier that day, I had fought hard for the raccoon to stay. Still remembering the mythical Maine cottage, I told my brother that to have such unique wildlife on the property was a mark of distinction, meaning that we were living a lifestyle that few in North America enjoyed. He told me bluntly that some animals carried diseases, and not unlike rats, got into garbage. They could get rabies, froth at the mouth, and bite a passerby.

When the cat let out bloodcurling shrieks in the dark and further put paid to my fantases of peaceful coexistence, I thought it was all over with. The "raccoon people" were summoned. They arrived in a truck loaded with gear and proceeded to be paid a hefty sum to catch the feral fellow and (ro my relief) safely release him up on the Malahat, a mountainous area that frames the roads needed to travel "up-island" from Victoria.

So one week later, I was lying in bed. No one else was on the property; my brother was on a ski trip somewhere. There was a crash in my closet, then a scuffle. I was tired and tried to ignore it until it registered: someone was breaking into my place! There were two options: it could be Davy Crockett's nemesis or an actual human being. Since I had freaked out at deer noises last summer, I opted for the former and phoned my parents at five thirty in the morning instead of dialing 911. "I thought the thing was gone!" I told my dad.

"No, no. There is a trap behind your kitchen. Its probably in there thrashing. That must be it," my father concluded. Even though I told him not to come over, he turned up in his nightclothes, squinting in at the door of my bedroom and going out back to check the trap.

It was empty.

Last night, the grating rain started again.

I turned over in bed, shook my head and sighed.
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From:lola_joan
Date:January 13th, 2006 06:37 pm (UTC)
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I really love how you can make a story about raccoons sound like poetry. :)
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From:nightshine
Date:January 14th, 2006 03:14 pm (UTC)
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Wow, thank you :)
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From:mojo_foley
Date:January 14th, 2006 08:27 am (UTC)
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Wow that's quite the interesting situation.
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From:nightshine
Date:January 14th, 2006 03:15 pm (UTC)
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Yeah. Raccoons don't get their comeuppance so easy.. :)
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From:greyyguy
Date:January 14th, 2006 10:17 pm (UTC)
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In Boy Scouts, we had to camp without tents one night and the older scouts had stories about years past when they had woken up the next morning to find raccoon footprints on their sleeping bags :)
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From:nightshine
Date:January 15th, 2006 07:30 pm (UTC)
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creepy :) hey, are you ok? (you don't have to answer me, btw)
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From:greyyguy
Date:January 16th, 2006 06:20 am (UTC)
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I'm ok. Not happy, but ok. Thanks for asking :)
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From:nightshine
Date:January 18th, 2006 10:07 pm (UTC)
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Anytime.
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From:greyyguy
Date:January 18th, 2006 10:08 pm (UTC)
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Here you are, replying to my comments but not chatting with me :)
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From:greyyguy
Date:January 19th, 2006 08:51 pm (UTC)
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I suppose ;)
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From:nightshine
Date:January 19th, 2006 08:52 pm (UTC)
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There I was.. but logged out shortly after, before seeing this comment. Another time, my friend? =)
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From:russkiypenguin
Date:January 15th, 2006 04:44 pm (UTC)
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most raccoons have absolutely no fear of people and they really enjoy getting into your trash. although I do think they look cool what with the little bandit's mask and all. I haven't had too many problems but I imagine the 100# dog in my backyard sort of puts a dent in their forays into my yard.
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From:nightshine
Date:January 15th, 2006 07:34 pm (UTC)
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the sound of the raccoon was right next to my head last night! i think it built a tunnel in the walls. i keep thinking it is going to bust through and end up in my room in the middle of the night. so creeped out right now.. :)
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From:russkiypenguin
Date:January 15th, 2006 07:51 pm (UTC)
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you might be able to scare it off if you purchased some fox urine at wal-mart and spread it around that area. I warn you that the scent I'm recommending is VERY strong and I wouldn't use it without double bagging it for transport and use disposable rubber gloves when you're spreading it around.
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From:nightshine
Date:January 15th, 2006 08:21 pm (UTC)
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i don't know if you can get fox urine in canada! also i wonder if doing that would just get the thing killed instead of safely disposed of in the malahat. but thank you, thank you, thank you.
i may just become desperate enough!!! :)
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From:russkiypenguin
Date:January 15th, 2006 08:26 pm (UTC)
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nah, it wouldn't kill it. they just know that foxes will try to kill them. so if a fox is about it will find another place to hang. and as much as many Canadians love hunting I'd be stunned if they don't sell the scent.

actually, I know some gardeners who just get their husbands to pee around the garden so that it will scare off the smaller rodents.
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From:nightshine
Date:January 15th, 2006 08:43 pm (UTC)
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wow, i'm really getting weird ;)
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From:nightshine
Date:January 17th, 2006 07:40 pm (UTC)
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LOL.. i just mean that it might rush onto the road somewhere and end up in mad traffic.
i don't explain myself too well :)
just out of curiousity, i shall check if they have the scent the next time i am in the vicinity of a wal-mart. they don't allow wal-marts in the urban core, you really have to drive to get there! =)
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