Mike missed the spider episode and was thereby allowed to maintain some dignity, but that fell to the wayside when he had a close encounter of his own. The only close encounters the females at the cottage have suffered with thus far are mosquito encounters. These encounters, while an annoyance, are hardly worth discussing further (although, I will note for posterity that one of the bites on the back of my head was the size of a marble boulder for a couple of days – apparently some mosquito had quite a feast there). But back to Mike’s close encounter – today’s entry in the chronicling of the misadventures of Oprah, Gayle, and Crew.
The main trash receptacle for the cottage is at the end of the entry road. Each time the small kitchen trash can fills up with non-recyclable trash Mike ties up the bag and walks it down to the main receptacle. He typically makes a trip or two down the road a day. These trips have been – on the whole – uneventful. That was until the day when he disturbed the raccoon that was having a fine feast in the trash bin – that was when the trash trip suddenly became quite eventful.
According to Mike, this rogue raccoon was not content with scurrying away when he saw Mike. Most humans don’t entertain the notion of combat with 6’3” Mike, but this little fella’ reportedly started making some threatening sounds and acting like he was ready to launch an attack. So Mike, being the consummate warrior he is, made a bold move to let the raccoon know that he was not to be trifled with – he threw his hat at it.
Not only was the raccoon not dissuaded by Mike’s one big move – he used the opportunity to make it clear that he was the superior species. He laid his teeth into the hat and was able to tear threw the fabric with little effort. Luckily, about that time a biker came down the road, saw Mike’s predicament, and threw a rock at the raccoon. This sent the raccoon scurrying off to the other side of the road which allowed Mike to grab his hat and hurry back to the cottage. That is when the rest of the clan got to hear about the raccoon-Mike match-up.
So, reporting from the vacation cottage near Wakefield, Quebec, the score is now: Raccoon – 1, Mike – 0. 😉
Day one thousand four hundred and sixty-three of the new forty – obla di obla da