One of the unpleasant highlights of my year was witnessing a mouse run across my dining room, past my desk and under my couch. The next week was spent in sheer terror – with many nights sleeping on my neighbor’s sofa until the critter was exterminated. But at least that’s not a raccoon.
I must admit that I did feel like a wimp when a friend told me that she witnessed something far worse, a raccoon run inside her home. She lives up in Lake Arrowhead and she and her husband enjoy engaging with nature. But even they were freaked out by a rogue raccoon hiding out somewhere in their house.
It managed to avoid the trap that was set to humanely catch and release him or her into the wild. Instead it apparently fled out of my friends’ open patio doors back outside. Thankfully neither of their children was hurt and the only damage done to their home was some gnawed furniture and cushions in the playroom. But it could have been far worse.