4fun
Member #1360
I had the crap scared out of me yesterday
I saw something walk past our patio door, I thought it was the ground hog that lives under our shed in the back, so I went out to see where it was going. I didn't see it so I went up on our deck for a better view. I hear it walking under the deck towards the stairs, so I go back to the stairs to see it, I said to myself, this ain't good. At the bottom of the stairs was a huge raccoon. It looked up at me, made a squealing sound and came up the stairs and chased me across the deck (I know, big chicken) I had no where to go, I was trying to figure out how to wrestle this monster with out getting bit, then it jumped at me, just in time i slammed my fist into its side and sent it flying about ten feet across the deck. i thought i dislocated my arm, I think I broke its ribs. It then limped across the yard towards the shed.
By this time my wife came out thinking i was being killed (From the yelling I was doing to try and scare the monster). We went to the shed (fireplace poker in hand this time) to make sure it was gone. But nooo. i heard that same squealing from under the shed, and it came out after us, this time we had room to run, good thing the raccon just limped across the yard and into the woods.
What an experience, the raccoon must have been rabid since it was light out and so agressive.
Just thought i would share my underwear staining event.
I saw something walk past our patio door, I thought it was the ground hog that lives under our shed in the back, so I went out to see where it was going. I didn't see it so I went up on our deck for a better view. I hear it walking under the deck towards the stairs, so I go back to the stairs to see it, I said to myself, this ain't good. At the bottom of the stairs was a huge raccoon. It looked up at me, made a squealing sound and came up the stairs and chased me across the deck (I know, big chicken) I had no where to go, I was trying to figure out how to wrestle this monster with out getting bit, then it jumped at me, just in time i slammed my fist into its side and sent it flying about ten feet across the deck. i thought i dislocated my arm, I think I broke its ribs. It then limped across the yard towards the shed.
By this time my wife came out thinking i was being killed (From the yelling I was doing to try and scare the monster). We went to the shed (fireplace poker in hand this time) to make sure it was gone. But nooo. i heard that same squealing from under the shed, and it came out after us, this time we had room to run, good thing the raccon just limped across the yard and into the woods.
What an experience, the raccoon must have been rabid since it was light out and so agressive.
Just thought i would share my underwear staining event.
