Crazzzzzzzy Coon!

Since about a year now, I have a new vice: A cup of coffee in the afternoon!

Not just any coffee, my own special mix: a spoon full of TC French Vanilla coffee, a spoon of sugar, s swig of natural vanilla extract (happy juice”), half the mug filled with boiling water, the rest milk or 10% cream -.... mmmmmmhhh!

Delicious!

After that treat I have new élan and the rest of the day is fun!

and so it was yesterday, that at 3.00 in the afternoon I left alruna’s Greenwood pouch behind, brewed my special mix and with it and my new edition of Sage Woman slipped out onto the upper deck for a little r+r.

But It was not meant to be.:(

After barely 3 sips the phone rang and one of my clients, distressed and with hoarse screeches in her voice demanded my full attention for at least an hour......

Well, where was my coffee I thought having in mind, to re-heat the treat and...

No, there was the phone again1 My friend J form england. I was delighted to hear hew voice and we chatted for - - at least another hour....

Then..... My husband, currently in Europe rang and we delved into a serious

palaver about his aging parents in their long term care facility.....

After that, dare I say, it was well into evening, dinner time and a little visit to AT....

Suffice to say, I was getting late and then, just past 10.00pm,

there was a loud ruckus outside on our decK! Our Raccoons had arrived. For the amount of noise I expected to see al 8 of them and was quite surprised, to see only the little male, one of “Finger-Eater’s” kids from last season. He is quite tame and so I was not too surprised, when he jumped up on my leg in greeting!

And Whoa!! He jumped again!! and again!!!! with all 4 feet into the air at once!

“What’s up, buddy?”

He just ate one or two of the cat-kibbles offered and proceded to jump around on the deck, keckering and squealing!

Then he “upped the antis” and jumped up onto the railing and ran like crazy from one side of the other on top of this precarious balancing beam. “Wishe’e!!, what is up with you?” He now proceded to jump clear into the thin night air just to land again on his 4 feet on the railing....

and again....

and again.....

And a.... plompffff!

Having missed the 1inch plank, he sank out of sight like a stone.

I got the flashlight. He lay below amongst the sleeping Dandelions, motionless.

I raced downstairs to his side. Gently touched his prone body....

JUMP!!

He sprang back to life like a “Jack in the Box,” raced across the clearing to the nearest tree, up the trunk keckering like a wild witch! :bugeyed:

He jumped along one of the almost horizontal branches and then across to the next tree and out of sight... Still keckering madly....

“Oh NOOOOO! I thought! Is he gone mad??? Rabies??? What can I dooooo?”

I went back upstairs and onto the deck to see iffff maybe there was some blood or something giving me a clue....

OH YES!!!!

There was!!!

My empty coffee mug, spilled on the table, carefully licked clean by an eager little pink tongue!

Coffee-Crazed Coon Alarm!