Having observed dogs, who are clearly theologians, as well as cats, who are clearly agnostics, it devolves upon the thoughtful backyard armchair philosopher to categorize raccoons by their behavior. They often disturb the peace in the middle of the night by tearing to shreds any squirrel that is unable to run fast enough, which results in a horrible cacophony of blood curdling screams from said squirrel. They are also apt to leave half a rabbit under the screen porch, which creates an awful stench in the summer heat. They even go so far as to eat snails put into the container aquatic gardens, who are innocently going about their business of eating the manure left behind by tadpoles and frogs. If that is not enough, they add insult to injury by running around on the roof in the middle of the night and waking up the wife who keeps telling me that chipmunks are in the attic eating her collections of knickknacks stored in boxes up there. If only I could figure out how to use that French revolutionary war musket in the living room without putting out one of my own eyes, I have a mind to school those atheistic raccoons in karma and even dharma. For now, I'll just read some Sartre and try to get back to sleep until tomorrow's next adventure, which hopefully will only include hummingbirds and fluffy bunny rabbits.
Hey, I can dream, can't I? Hey at least them coons ain't demons like those obnoxious skunks!
Last Edit: Aug 13, 2007 23:07:08 GMT -6 by kingcobra
After dreaming, I have concluded that the raccoons are in fact aristocrats. Now where did I put Thakurji's miniature guillotine? Is it in the attic or the basement? Where is Robes Pierre when you need him?
Post by Vraajavilasa Das on Mar 24, 2008 18:31:58 GMT -6
Mark, i.ve followed you and you said that ya wouldn't be able to talk to the unstable. I'am referring to BBT science contributors. While high profile measures begin to take shape the down side to living in paradise the animals that were depending on it for food and protection from the weather have used the area to its fullest advantage. A raccon tale shakes as a cobra' rattler with its head an legs in the cutouts along the street. Opossiums run under the security lights in my back yard not unlike a klu klux clan leader from the yard to the street. As down a runway to - sexy - a cat brushes material greatly increased its shadow to transverse open ground to a shed not more difficult to build than a blue bird or wren house. Without putting out either eye Rocky raccoon is the tragedy of people who get put away: www.mentalhealthstigma.com/thepsychwars.html read?
As long as I put food out for them (loaves of bread I get from a free pantry in town and sometimes I'll let them have some cat food) they're peaceful and quiet. They even get along great with my cats. It's all about the availability of food. Hunger will drive humans to extremes so what to speak of these poor misunderstood little guys that have to go through life wearing a Lone Ranger mask.
Last Edit: Mar 25, 2008 8:56:44 GMT -6 by kingcobra