Our Night Visitors
A raccoon has been coming into our home,so I wanted to read about them, but there are no books on kindle that are exactly what I was looking for. This is the only one that I could find, So, unless you are science minded, this book is not for you, and it wasn’t for me either.
I tried wading through material on types of raccoons, their fur color, skull sizes and shapes and just couldn’t do it. After a while, I got brain fog. Then I found some of what I was looking for, but it was not a cute story about how someone made a pet out of a raccoon, instead, it was about what they ate. Well, I know for certain that they will eat anything, because one night my husband made some of his delicious fish tacos. He has made them often, but this time he used the jalapenos from his garden, and they were too hot. I could hardly eat them. So, what I didn’t eat went outside for the critters, and I believe that it was one of the raccoons that ate them. So, you see, they will eat anything.
The top of the list, in this book, was fruit. They love sweets, and fish follows as well as everything else you can think of. They will even eat dead, rotten, smelly things. The book didn’t mention that they would go after cats, and I am glad for that. It did mention mice and other small animals. And I must say that I have not seen mice in our home for years, not since we have three feral cats, only one house cat now, and raccoons and hawks. Still, even with that chapter and those on the love life of raccoons, this book didn’t cut it for me.
Our raccoon problems began a year after ur dog was put to sleep. It took one of them that long to find her doggie door. One evening when we were watching TV, a raccoon walked into the living room, saw my husband, and ran into the bedroom. Our cat was freaking out, so I grabbed her and went into the bathroom with her and closed the door. This was not because I was afraid, but because I was not sure if our cat, Taffy, would run out of the hourse and not come back for hours. She’s like that.
My husband went into the bedroom and told me laterd that the raccoon looked frightened. Hee opened the French door for the critter and walked out of the room. The raccoon escaped. The next incident was when I was awakened by noises in the dining room. Thinking that my husband as up making noises, I felt for him in bed. He was still sleeping. I got up and grabbed my flashlight. Walking into the dining room, I heard the wooden blinds rattling, but I saw nothing with my poor eyesight. I then went into the kitchen. Nothing. I went back into the dining room and the wooden lid was off the crock pot where we keep the cat food. In the morning, I put the cat food into a large shortening tin that I had purchased from an antique store one year.
Not wising to lock our own cat out of the house, we just began raccoon proofing our house. For one thing, the cat food bowl is put up at night.
But then we were missing a loaf of bread and didn’t know if we had even purchased a loaf since we had been eating the bread we keep in the refrigerator. But the next time we left aloaf on the counter, it had been torn open and partially eaten. Now we keep it in our antique bread tin. Then my husband forgot to put away the tortillas. That package was also torn into and eaten. And as I was writing this review at 4 am., my cat began hissing and then ran to the back door, stillhissing. I imagine that the raccoon wanted inside, not knowing that I was awake. So far, loving fruit, the raccoon has not climbed up on the other counter where we keep it.
I had a friend that claimed that a raccoon would get into my cupboards and grab everything in sight. I am not so sure of this, because this little guy/gal has not tried it, and most of our food is in glass jars, which is something that I learned to do when living in the country just to keep out mice. If this raccoon become destructive, we will close the cat door.
So, what do we have living here? Two raccoons with three baby dubs that eat at our feral cat station where we put cat food and table scraps for the other critters. We even feed the possum, and the turtles. So far, the three grown foxes and one young one have not come around, but who knows what goes on at night? We also have a skunk, and hopefully, it will never enter our home. Then we have ground hogs that feed at the cat station as well. And, well, deer that eat our tomatoes in our garden.
Still, I wanted a book that would tell me if a raccoon would come in and destroy our house or mostly our kitchen by getting into our refrigerator using its cleverly made hands. I wanted to read about how cute they were and especially, I wanted a book by someone who had kept them as pets, but, NO, Amazon has not converted those books to kindle.
I just love those types of nature books where people keep wild animals as pets, but then at the end of every story, you have to read about the death of the animal. Why can’t they just have a chapter called, The End of Charlie or Suzie? Then I would know not to read it, or better yet, just end the story before the animal dies.
I have a friend who won’t read books if the animal gets hurt or dies at the end. I understand. She comes to our book group, and we are reading Wilderness by Lance Weller this month. She read the last chapter, and the dog in the story was not mentioned. I said, “He wasn’t harmed, he just died of old age,” but that doesn’t really help her, for he is still dead. It is just so true that animals get our sympathy more than humans, that is, unless they are a bear, alligator, or some other mean critter. Still, I hate that the polar bears are dying out, but then I don’t have to deal with them living in my back yard.
Update: December 30, 2020
Shortly after this, my husband was sitting at his desk ner the cat door. It was midnight. He heard some critter tryihg to get in. He saw its nose. A skunk? He shooed it away and put the door in the cat door. It came back and began scratching. He looked out the window. A large skunk. Then we began putting the cat food away at night. How often has that largbe polecat been in our house?
This morning my husband said that while he was sitting at his desk he heard some scratching near the cat bowl. He got out his flashlight. It was a young skunk, and when it saw him, it ran under our hutch. He opened the kitchen door and went into the living room and turned on the TV. “We could make a pet out of it,” I said. Even though he is not the master of our house, no one is. We will put the cat food up at night. We need a dog.