I was just sitting on my porch and noticed a twenty pound raccoon on my neighbors roof. I was freaking out that he was just sitting up there until I saw him scratch around, hunker down, and take a big ole pee. So, then I figured out it was probably a she, right? I mean, do male raccoons lift their legs or do they all hunker? Who knows? I don't.
Right afterwards, she jumped down, crossed the side yard to my driveway, perched on my second porch step and stared at me for a full two minutes before ambling down to the street. I was racking my brain for any sort of superstition that directly addressed face to face contact with raccoons and I found none.
Surprisingly, the raccoon probably wasn't the strangest part of my day.
But, I remind myself that the baby is safe in bed, the dishes are washed, the laundry is done, and maybe on some days that's all you get before a raccoon pees on your head.
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