Z and Alex walked Wilson this morning, and when they returned, I picked up the doggie-waste bag to pop into the compost bin outside. As I opened the lid, a GIANT racoon hopped out, and I screamed.
I am NOT a screamer. Am not afraid of spiders, or thunderstorms, or really anything much else. But this furry beast popping out of the green bin as I opened it up just scared the heck out of me.
Someone hadn’t clipped our racoon-proofing strap last night, and this huge fellow was just munching away in peace.
Domestic Bliss: The Empty Nest 