The coons are back...

Two nights ago, Carl woke me up by saying...

"Ang, get up and help me figure out where that noise is coming from."

He woke me from such a deep sleep that I wasn't quite as concerned as he was at that moment. I fumble around and put on my robe and jokingly said while still half asleep, "I bet it is those coons trying to stay out of the rain."

Sure enough, I send Carl outside to investigate. (That is a man thing to do...I clean all the bathrooms...he can be the warrior to try to slay coons in the middle of the night while in the rain with rocks.)

There was a huge fat raccoon hiding under the overhang where our two roofs meets. He tried unsuccessfully to throw rocks and try to get it off. So the raccoons are one up on us.

Now once I sleep for awhile and then get woken up, I have a really hard time falling back to sleep. I had a fair bit of time to think... so next time I have a plan to even the score.