It's trash night tonight. But earlier this week is wasn't trash night. Funny how that works...
So I had lots of trash and I bagged a bunch of it up and put it outside to put in the can the next day. I couldn't sleep that night so I was walking around and went past the door where I'd put the trash. I heard a rustling sound. I stood there for a bit and then said, "Hello?"
No one answered and the rustling didn't stop, so I assumed it was my ears playing tricks on me. It must be just leaves or wind or something.
But no! I went out later that night thinking that it was an awfully weird thing to have happen, to have rustling leaves and things.
By the light of my trusty flashlight I saw aluminum foil removed from the bag. It had been opened and the leftover shortcake crumbs consumed.
And there was a tiny scrap of foil separated from the rest of it. It was shiny.
I have been referred to as a raccoon because I tend to look at sparkly, shiny things. I don't need to have them, that makes me different, but I do like them. I like to look at them. I like it a lot.
So there I was in the yard looking at the wreckage and thinking, "Raccoons sure don't respect each other, do they?"
Posted by dotty at July 17, 2005 09:21 PM