I was doing the dishes late one summer afternoon when I spied a furry face looking at me through the window over the kitchen sink. Startled, I pointed at the window and shouted, “It’s a…a…” Dang it! My mind couldn’t think of the right word. I knew what I was looking at, but I couldn’t say the correct word so instead I started over and blurted out, “It’s a coonrac!” Continue reading
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Rabid Raccoon
It was only about 5 o’clock in the morning and still dark outside, when my husband woke me up saying, “There’s a raccoon on the front porch, should I shoot it?”
“Shoot it? No, don’t shoot it,” I said as I rolled over and went back to sleep. Continue reading
Trash cans in the night
Trash can photo by Aaron H Warren CC-BY-2.0
I was about three years old and sound asleep on a summer night when my father woke me up and said, “Lorrie, come on. I want to show you something.” I climbed out of bed and followed him out to the back porch. He sat down on the porch steps, sat me on his lap and whispered in my ear, “Be quiet and watch over there.” He pointed to the corner of the garage. I sat there quietly staring at the corner of the garage where the metal trash cans were kept, just outside of the range of the light that shone from the corner of our house. Continue reading
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