We often remark how our dog Bella has a face, with her black “mask”, that resembles a raccoon’s.
A few nights ago, we got the chance to make the comparison first hand. It was a very stormy night following, oddly enough, a very stormy day. We decided to leave our back porch door open so Bella could avail herself of the fenced-in backyard as necessary. It was just too nasty to take our usual evening beach walk. To be honest, we often provide her this late night, easy access even after a walk and especially in balmy fall weather.
On this particular night, that ritual turned a little dicey. As I was sitting at my computer around 8:30 pm in the office/spare bedroom, I heard Bella go whooshing by. Normally she only goes full speed in the house if we have thrown the rubber squeaky ball for her to retrieve. I assumed my wife had done just that. As I turned to see where Bella and the ball had gone, it became apparent Bella had decided to ramp up her game and this time was playing some high stakes fetch. I saw a critter, not named Bella, suddenly jump up on the bed. As it was moving so quickly and hard to identify, I thought it might be a cat that had wandered in through the open door, affording Bella a little nighttime excitement. Alas, it was we who were about to become excitable. It soon revealed itself to me that it was not of the feline persuasion, but rather a bona fide member of the genus Procyonidae. There was no way to tell if it had just ambled in the house out of curiosity or whether it was in an agitated or sickly state.
Having not achieved the desired level of safety on top of the bed, it instinctively did what raccoons do; it tried to climb to safety. However, it was disappointed to discover that the picture hanging on the wall was a poor substitute for tree bark. The portrait came crashing down with the critter, hit a lamp which joined the plummeting pair, and all three hit the floor with a cacophony of breakage. Temporarily stunned, the visitor scooted under the bed, let down both literally and figuratively .
I quickly scooped up the pup who, being somewhat less than worldly and thinking she had this creature on the run, had no idea that the hairy housebreaker would easily have the upper hand in any confrontation. I locked her in another bedroom so we could plan an exit strategy for the raccoon without her complicating matters further.
Back to the intruder. We decided that patience was the best alternative. We also discovered we possessed little of it. Armed with a broom, I sat in a chair at the top of a few steps that overlooked the field of battle to prevent any advance by the invading quadruped into the main living area of the house.
I was sure when it finally came out of that room, it would see me, realize that I was much too daunting an adversary and walk quietly out the open door and back to freedom. Fifteen minutes later, even though we had cleverly placed chicken bits on the floor as enticement, there still wasn’t a hint of activity from the raccoon’s makeshift lair.
It was then that my ingenious wife went into action. Girded with a leaf blower, she bravely crossed the enemy’s lines and stuck the blower under the bed on full power. Not 10 seconds later, a nonplussed raccoon emerged with a very angry expression and intent on retribution, or so I thought. Instead of walking out the open door, which was but a few steps away, he turned toward me. Being ex-military, I exercised one of the tactics for which I had so studiously trained, retreat. Fortunately, the beast decided that rather than pursue me, it would display its displeasure from atop a storage unit. That’s when I decided a camera would be a better weapons choice.
After several more minutes, with our composure again intact, we took the broom and encouraged the fellow off toward the door with some gentle taps. He made his way down and out, but not before peering back one last time with a menacing look as if to say, in Arnoldesque fashion, “I’ll be back!”
And in case you’re wondering, we have permanently repealed our “open door” policy.
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Are Raccoons dangerous?
Only if you’re a wimp, like me.
It looked like it wanted to move in.. Maybe you need another pet?
Funny you should say that. We’re getting another puppy in a few days. I can’t attach a picture to this comment but if you’ll send me your email at firstname.lastname@example.org I’ll send you a picture. I used to have your email, but lost it when I changed internet servers.
Ooo! I’m jealous already & I haven’t seen the photo yet!
Go Patty..well I never! ❤
She missed her true calling, as a raccoon whisperer.
A leaf blower…she has inspired me!! ❤
@’a raccoon whisperer.’ – simply loved it… Bella is really… belle=pretty in French! 🙂 my very best and have a positive week! cheers, Mélanie
Thanks so much for your comment, Melanie, and for visiting my blog.
Great Photos! I can just imagine how fast that poor racoon’s heart must have been pumping!
Me too, but I couldn’t hear it for the noise my own was making. And people say I’m heartless.
I saw the photos on FB, but this account makes it all sound a bit more unsettling. Trust the wife to bring out the heavy artillery. Normally, that would work but some of these wild beasts are poorly trained, unlike you, and don’t know when to retreat. I’m glad nothing was broken
That’s right, ducks, nothing was broken, except my aura of bravery and invincibility, but they were always tenuous.
I know it can’t be easy to have a raccoon in your home, but golly he was cute! And just to be clear, Al, I am talking about the raccoon, not the old guy with the plunger wrapped in a towel. Yeah, that’ll get rid of the varmint! 😉
At the very least the old guy gets points for manning the wall. You need us on that wall!! You want us on that wall!! You can’t handle the truth!
A wallflower, eh? 😉
You’re lucky it wasn’t a skunk! Good teamwork figuring out how to get your unwanted house-guest to leave.
My daughters have been leaving their screen patio door open at night to catch breezes. Even though they have a 6 foot privacy fence around it, I told them that squirrels, rodents and 19-year-old bad guys could all get over it and into their 1st floor apartment with no problem. I’m going to forward this cautionary tale to them.
Yes, Peg, until something like this happens you think it’s no big deal. You might also pass on to them that I am available for guard duty at very reasonable rates. I will provide my own broomstick.
Did someone say you need a shotgun….oh yes this might work. Just think, you could have your very own coonskin cap and we could call you Davy. Just don’t go near the Alamo!
I am amazed that in all this din, one of you had the presence of mind to grab the camera. Hopefully it wasn’t the one with the gun.
“You can’t get a coon with a gun.
A coon maybe hot, but not when he’s shot,
No you can’t get a coon with a gun!”
No, there was never a gun involved. The broom stick and the camera are about the highest level of my expertise with weapons.
What? You live in Virginia and don’t have a gun? Neither do I, although my daughter has several guns and seven dogs. Where they live (near c’ville) bears roam. Last winter, they found one on their deck batting down the bird feeders.
Retreat–LOL The raccoon was probably trying to decide if you’d had your shots. Be grateful it wasn’t a deer.
If it were a deer with antlers, Patti, that broom would have been a shotgun!
Excuse me for laughing. A leaf blower – Brilliant! I am reminded of a well worn family story of an uncle chasing a mouse round our house, with a military sword, in the early hours of the morning.
Unfortunately for me, I lost my government issue sword several years ago. I probably would have just impaled myself on it anyway.
you just brightened up my day. Its been cold wet and windy for a few days now but after reading your post I was crying with laughter. That was hilarious! Especially the picture of you armed with your weapon…..
Poor raccoon must have been terrified.It was only on an outing to the local for some family food and then went in the wrong door, then got chased by the dog, attacked by the wall picture, tickled with a broom and the final indignation getting blown out by a blower.
I bet his family did not believe him when he said ‘ you’d never guess what just happened to me’
thank you for making me laugh!
Glad you got some laughs, Patrecia. It was a pretty comical situation. At one point I suggested we keep it locked in my room and call the Animal Control Agency first thing in the morning. Of course, by then who knows what havoc it could have raised in the meantime.
Au contraire…you look very threatening in your chair. Me, I would have been standing on it. But your wife is something else…a leaf blower…what a great idea. I love this story! ps you could name him (?) “Feo” for Ugly,,,the opposite of Bella.
Yes, Patty, after initially screaming when she first saw it, took the bull by the horns. All credit to her.
So funny! Sad about the open door policy being repealed. I wondered if your masked menace had visited before?
Probably. I think that’s why I have so many odd pairs of socks.