My son, the giant killer...
I woke up at 3 in the morning to find my son tapping at my bedroom window.
No, he wasn't outside tapping in- he was inside tapping at something outside.
I just watched as he tapped with a few "Git!"s and "Shooosh!"s.
He finally came out from behind the curtains and saw me watching him.
"Raccoon," he said as he went back to "Yeah! I'm talking to you- Git!"
I went to the bathroom and came back with a flashlight that I handed to him and I went back to bed.
The last thing I heard was "Yeah, I see you!"
So this morning he was waiting for me.
"Okay, so I heard a noise on the other side of the house, and it went across the roof. Then I heard the gate rattle by your window and there was a raccoon about this big-" he held his hands about two feet apart, then a bit further and nodded at the better estimate- "About the size of a giant cat."
"Wow" was all I could say.
"Yeah," he nodded, "But then the Mama came down from the roof to get her baby."
"What???!!!" i gasped.
"Yeah," he nodded, "and the mama was...," and he doubled the space between his hands. "And she had big ol' puffy sideburns like Martin Van Buren and she was mad!!!"
"A guy in a raccoon suit?" I finally asked.
He nodded.
ooooh.
I think we're gonna need more than moth balls to keep the raccoons out off the attic space.