My husband went to get into the truck for work this morning, only to find a HUGE mess all over the cab. Crumbs and sesame seeds all over the seat, floor and dash, a fast food bag torn to shreds, the paper contents unwadded and strewn all over the place, and a discarded bottom bun with ketchup and a pickle stuck to it face down on the drivers side seat. Right where he would need to sit.
Knowing this was far worse than the usual mess left behind in one of our cars, he wondered how and what had gotten inside. One glance to the driver's side window found it halfway down. He growled his annoyance at my neglect, my having driven that vehicle last, hastily cleaned everything up, and went to work.
When he got home this afternoon, he was still annoyed about the mess and arriving to work later than he intended, and came in the door set to tell me all about it.
Only to find me in the throes of a previously scheduled breakdown. Bawling my eyes out. I was just getting to where I thought I might need to skip Bible Study tonight because my eyes would be too red and splotchy when Jeff walked in the door with this odd look on his face.
"You've got to come and see what happened to the truck cab this morning!" he rushed to tell me. "Some...some...critter got inside the car last night because you left the window open, and tore the car apart!"
"What?" I asked, not sure I'd heard correctly.
"Yeah...completely torn apart!"
I'm thinking I was going to see foam bits sticking out from between shredded upholstery the way he was talking, and followed him out to see what was left after the carnage.
Prints on the driver's side window.
Small, what...cat prints?
That was what we thought it was at first glance, but they seemed a bit narrow for a cat. They looked more like something we remembered seeing on our last camping trip.
Does anyone know if Raccoons are capable of jumping 4 feet off the ground to get into an open window? Or are they known to hoist each other up the side of a vehicle to get inside? Because these muddy prints (probably made sometime after our sprinklers went off around Eleven last night) showed definite signs of a struggle getting in and out, with much slipping and sliding, and grabbing onto the top edge of the window, but they didn't look cat-like, and nowhere was there a single cat paw print as evidence.
It struck me as so random and odd, that I just stood there laughing like a crazy woman, picturing a bunch of raccoons hoisting themselves up on shoulders until the topmost one reached up and then scrambled his way through the window, casting aside the bun like yesterday's news and rifling through everything, unwadding wrappers, eating Judah's leftover cheeseburger patty and part of my burrito from yesterday's lunch, not even bothering to let his buddies in on the loot.
Well, that explained that hamburger bun I saw lying in the beauty bark in our front yard when I went to put Judah into his car seat this morning! I puzzled over that one no end, wondering what sort of person would drive by and just throw a bun out their window and into someone's yard.
It felt so good to laugh, after having been only moments before crying my eyes out. So good, in fact, that I went ahead and went to Bible Study. And found it to be exactly what I needed to hear to set everything I'd been crying about before back to rights.
Laughter truly is the best medicine.
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***Maniac Laugh Alert***
The video clip is up for Jericho's First Day of School Surprise (Sept. 6th posting) if anyone is interested. And please try and ignore my hideous laughter. If I knew how to edit that out, I would!
Knowing this was far worse than the usual mess left behind in one of our cars, he wondered how and what had gotten inside. One glance to the driver's side window found it halfway down. He growled his annoyance at my neglect, my having driven that vehicle last, hastily cleaned everything up, and went to work.
When he got home this afternoon, he was still annoyed about the mess and arriving to work later than he intended, and came in the door set to tell me all about it.
Only to find me in the throes of a previously scheduled breakdown. Bawling my eyes out. I was just getting to where I thought I might need to skip Bible Study tonight because my eyes would be too red and splotchy when Jeff walked in the door with this odd look on his face.
"You've got to come and see what happened to the truck cab this morning!" he rushed to tell me. "Some...some...critter got inside the car last night because you left the window open, and tore the car apart!"
"What?" I asked, not sure I'd heard correctly.
"Yeah...completely torn apart!"
I'm thinking I was going to see foam bits sticking out from between shredded upholstery the way he was talking, and followed him out to see what was left after the carnage.
Prints on the driver's side window.
Small, what...cat prints?
That was what we thought it was at first glance, but they seemed a bit narrow for a cat. They looked more like something we remembered seeing on our last camping trip.
Does anyone know if Raccoons are capable of jumping 4 feet off the ground to get into an open window? Or are they known to hoist each other up the side of a vehicle to get inside? Because these muddy prints (probably made sometime after our sprinklers went off around Eleven last night) showed definite signs of a struggle getting in and out, with much slipping and sliding, and grabbing onto the top edge of the window, but they didn't look cat-like, and nowhere was there a single cat paw print as evidence.
It struck me as so random and odd, that I just stood there laughing like a crazy woman, picturing a bunch of raccoons hoisting themselves up on shoulders until the topmost one reached up and then scrambled his way through the window, casting aside the bun like yesterday's news and rifling through everything, unwadding wrappers, eating Judah's leftover cheeseburger patty and part of my burrito from yesterday's lunch, not even bothering to let his buddies in on the loot.
Well, that explained that hamburger bun I saw lying in the beauty bark in our front yard when I went to put Judah into his car seat this morning! I puzzled over that one no end, wondering what sort of person would drive by and just throw a bun out their window and into someone's yard.
It felt so good to laugh, after having been only moments before crying my eyes out. So good, in fact, that I went ahead and went to Bible Study. And found it to be exactly what I needed to hear to set everything I'd been crying about before back to rights.
Laughter truly is the best medicine.
:: ::
***Maniac Laugh Alert***
The video clip is up for Jericho's First Day of School Surprise (Sept. 6th posting) if anyone is interested. And please try and ignore my hideous laughter. If I knew how to edit that out, I would!
10 comments:
Oh, my goodness, a roccoon? Yes, they CAN leap tall buildings in a single bound. They are viscious little devils, and I can't stand them being around. They make a horrid mess with everything in the way of garbage or trash, but worse than that, they poop all over the place if they take up residence. And it is almost as bad as dog. People think these guys are cute (I can see that, they've got cute little eyes and markings) but they are so brazen they'll stare you in the face while reaching out and grabbing another handful of cat food and stuffing it right in their mouth, without batting a cute little black-rimmed eye.
I can just see Jeff. That must have been hilarious, seeing his disgust and figuring it all out. Tell him you got that bad habit of leaving the window down from Frumpgram (and the left over fast food in the car, too *blush*). Tell him I'm sorry I passed those genes on to you. (Don't tell him I thought it was hilarious). You can't really help it, it's my fault. R is not happy about it, either. And we have raccoons here, too.
You can see I failed to proff my last entry. I was going to say that last night, before I read your story, I was picking Alison up from a friend's place and on our way home, I yelped and braked suddenly, startling Alison, and it turned out to be, not somebody's dog or cat, but a raccoon, lumbering hunchbackedly (stretching the old English a bit here) across the road. I was tempted to swerve and nail him but didn't have the stomach for that. Besides, it was a big hummer. I was afraid he'd survive the crash and come get me 'cause the window was rolled down.............and rip us apaprt with his tiny little fingers.........the ghastly little beggar.
Oops again, for Pete's sake!Proff: to proof proffesionally. Yeah, right. Roccoon: a raccoon named Rocco?
That is too funny! I'm glad you were able to laugh at the situation. We have racoons here too, scary little things.
BTW - That is a great video (sept 6th). I know how you feel about your voice on video. I wish I could edit out my own on my videos, I seem to forget to keep my mouth shut everytime I film!
My meltdown has been temporarily suspended 'til later. Good for you to get it over with!
Have you seen the Wendy's commercials with the raccoons driving the car through the drivethrough late at night? That's what your imagination made me think of! LOL
Ever seen Over the Hedge? 'Nuf said.
Wait a sec. I wanted to ask, you were having a meltdown? Everything okay? Did I miss something?
Becky, I LOVE your voice! You sound so real and fun! But I do know what you mean about not liking your own voice. I sometimes sound like a 12 yo girl on phone messages. Blech! I've wished for some of my youthfulness back, but not that! LOL!
FrumpGram--Yes, he WAS a ghastly little beggar...and rather choosy, as beggars go.
Deb and Shauna--Yes, they are scary little things, and if I ever meet one face to face, I think I'd freak out...just like the woman on Over the Hedge!
Jenster--let it out...you'll feel much better. ;0)
About the meltdown--three letters...P-M-S (lol). Nothing a little laughter and a lot of chocolate couldn't help. ;o)
Oh. I completely understand! LOL! Cry, laugh and binge!
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