The Intruders
I never really watched those "Home Alone" movies but I think I can identify with that kid now. Last night I got home late and still had all the windows and curtains open because it was so hot. About midnight I heard rustling in the bushes at the back of my apartment and it moved along the bushes and trees to the side of my apartment. It was extremely loud and lasted for about 10-15 minutes, so I started to get pretty scared and suddenly realized how vulnerable I felt. Impulsively I called my dad, and he and Margaret arrived at my apartment in about 10 minutes. He came armed with a mag light and a baseball bat, ready to hunt down and apprehend the intruder.
Suddenly I realized how ludicrous this situation was...I never intended to send my dad into the bushes to face an unknown prowler armed only with a baseball bat. However as he shined his light in the trees (likely causing the neighbors to think I'm spying on them), he saw six pairs of beady little eyes staring back at him. Yes, they were caught red-handed--three enormous raccoons scurried off as fast as their short little legs could carry them. Of course I felt so foolish and we all had a good laugh. But you would not believe how much noise those little rascals make! Their backs were nearly 2 feet tall and apparently they do well digging through the trash in this neighborhood because they were so fat.
I could have sworn I heard human footsteps, but alas, it was merely a close brush with the dangerous wildlife of south orange county. Still, I keep the baseball bat under my bed now. Somehow it just makes me feel a little safer. Next time, little furry night bandits, I'll be ready for you.































