Life Lesson: If you think you have a good idea, but you don't fully think out all the steps, it's probably a bad idea.
Case in point: we've had a raccoon getting into our garbage. I've been thinking of ways to get him to stop. Tonight at dusk, we saw the little bugger (whom the kids have long since named Nook) in the act. An ill-advised light bulb went on over my head - I would wait until he was in the can, I would sneak out and hold the lid closed, shake the can back and for...th all the while screaming -- that should make him think twice before rummaging in our can again. Right?
The kids watched Nook out the back window as I stood at the side door waiting for the kids to tell me once Nook was inside the can. I got the all clear. I ran out put my hands on the lid, he was trapped. Immediately after I started shaking the can while screaming the thought hit me, "now what?" Oh geez.
The answer was obvious, I would have to get as far away as I could as fast as I could.
The moment I let go of the lid I turned tail and ran . . . well, kind of. I instantly lost my balance, as my body twisted and turned trying to regain my balance, my legs were kicking just as fast as they could. I started going down, my legs kept pumping. I went parallel to the ground, my legs still pumping. I hit the ground face first and my legs scooted my body and face another foot or two before they stopped kicking.
As I lay there, face in the flowerbed, body sprawled out over the concrete curb and threshold, I could hear Becki and the kids laughing hysterically inside.
Without knowing the damages to my body, I thought, "it was worth it."
The laughing didn't stop. They explained to me later that the moment I let go of the can Nook came flying out like a cat that fell in water. He landed on his feet took a step in my direction then turned tail and ran back to our ravine.
It took me a minute to stand up and walk inside, all I heard was Maddie saying "he's bleeding" and Alex started to cry. My left elbow has road rash. My right hand is pretty bruised up, I've got a decent scrape on my right shoulder and face (next to my right eye), and a chunk missing out of my chin. Not a big chunk mind you, but it did need 4 stitches.
To hear the family laughing hysterically like that was totally worth it . . . until the ER bill comes in anyway.
Nook: 1 Matt: 0
No. There is no video evidence.
Picture is blurred on purpose.
The answer was obvious, I would have to get as far away as I could as fast as I could.
The moment I let go of the lid I turned tail and ran . . . well, kind of. I instantly lost my balance, as my body twisted and turned trying to regain my balance, my legs were kicking just as fast as they could. I started going down, my legs kept pumping. I went parallel to the ground, my legs still pumping. I hit the ground face first and my legs scooted my body and face another foot or two before they stopped kicking.
As I lay there, face in the flowerbed, body sprawled out over the concrete curb and threshold, I could hear Becki and the kids laughing hysterically inside.
Without knowing the damages to my body, I thought, "it was worth it."
The laughing didn't stop. They explained to me later that the moment I let go of the can Nook came flying out like a cat that fell in water. He landed on his feet took a step in my direction then turned tail and ran back to our ravine.
It took me a minute to stand up and walk inside, all I heard was Maddie saying "he's bleeding" and Alex started to cry. My left elbow has road rash. My right hand is pretty bruised up, I've got a decent scrape on my right shoulder and face (next to my right eye), and a chunk missing out of my chin. Not a big chunk mind you, but it did need 4 stitches.
To hear the family laughing hysterically like that was totally worth it . . . until the ER bill comes in anyway.
Nook: 1 Matt: 0
No. There is no video evidence.
Picture is blurred on purpose.
| Reenactment of the Raccoon Fiasco drawn by one of our kiddos |

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