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Saturday, May 21, 2005
Joanna Of The Jungle
Last night I woke up briefly to see a silhouette cross the roof outside my window. Looked like a very large raccoon. I went back to sleep.
Today neighbors recited an endless litany of raccoon and opossum invasions. The consensus? It's only a matter of time before I, like everyone else, meet animals right here in the house. I heard about raccoons which fight cats for their food...raccons which wake people up at night foraging in the garbage tub and then banging the lid down...raccoons that climb up on the porch to sit with people on nice summer evenings, brushing against their hosts kind of like cats do.
I heard about opossums that live in a house for months, hiding in spaces between the upstairs floors, coming out at night to graze around the kitchen for scraps in the sink and garbage can. Opossums that cheekily just move into the house, that have to be chased out with a broom. Then there was the opossum that slept under a little girl's bed. The family kept chasing it out and away, but it always came back. They knew when the opossum was snoozing under the bed, because its long, bald tail stuck out from under the bedskirts.
I heard about an empty house on the next street, a house empty of furniture but full of live raccoons.
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