Haven I mentioned that I live with a raccoon?
Well, I rather do… it’s only about 95% certain, but I’ve been living with a raccoon since December, which is now a good three months of semi-cohabitation, here on the third floor of the house.
You see, somehow, somewhere, a raccoon ended up in the walls up here, would show up off and on nights, and then eventually – the past several weeks – just moved in entirely into the space.
The critter has, in my head, anyway, geniusly semi-deconstructed the inner workings of the wall, and possibly also the attic, to accommodate its living quarters.
Due to the recent extreme increase of raccoon chatter I hear through the wall at night and really early in the morning, I have wondered more than once what the birthing season is for raccoons, because there very well could be some babes back there now.
I want to call them kits, but I recognize that a raccoon is not a fox… just not sure what baby raccoons are called, though… hmm…
Anyway, I haven’t heard the buddy at all yet tonight, which is surprising…. but, perhaps, it’s just going to be a late night tonight due to some fun party some other buddies had planned, so this one just isn’t home yet for the night.
Which is almost saddening to me, because the exterminator is coming Friday to set up one of those cages, so the raccoon can be caught and released onto some property outside of the city, which is supposedly rather decent land for these urban wild creatures.
So, it’s like I miss my recent housemate, thought it hasn’t happened yet, and yet I also can hardly wait not to have to worry about anyone eating through the walk in the middle of the night.
Whatever the case, I’m heading to sleep now, and I suspect I’ll get to greet the chatter of the raccoon(s) again in the morning. 😛