I really should have started a new category and named it "Raccoons."
I was sitting with the guys in the living room Thursday night, watching a sci-fi movie. The volume was up, and there was a lot of fighting on screen. I was sitting near the windows, at the west end of the room, at the computer.
I heard a noise, and my heart stopped for a second. "DH, mute the sound!"
We sat there, our heads cocked, quietly listening.
"I thought I heard a raccoon on the roof."
Now, you know we have a brand new roof, in part because the raccoons had chewed their way into the attic last year. I'm more than a little jumpy because half a dozen of them are still living somewhere in the grove. It's been such a warm winter that they haven't hibernated as usual, and we see them nightly under the bird feeder.
So....we're listening, and my stepson looks over at the window and laughs. There's a raccoon climbing up a ladder not three feet away from me.
Dear Husband has been cleaning the bees out of the sofit. The windows at the end of the living room run from about two feet off the floor up to the cathedral ceiling. There's a one foot spacer in the center of the window wall that has brick on the outside. DH left the extension ladder leaning there and a raccoon decided it might be a way to the roof. We've cut down all the other branches that might give them access (we think).
I've suggested to DH that he might want to put the ladder back in place so that he can clean the muddy raccoon prints off the upper windows.