OK...I must say that being home all these months has afforded me a view into my neighborhood that I have never had in the 30 years we've lived here...some of it pleasant, and some of it dark.
For instance, I was sitting here at my computer, contemplating vacuuming after going to the gym, and I heard two popping sounds. Hmmmm...are kids hitting the stop sign with rocks again, or was that gunfire in our sweet little village. I looked out, and sure enough, two village police cars were parked on the side street (we're on a corner), and two of our finest were looking into the woods along with one of my neighbors. Dum-de-dum-dum...
I foster stray cats, and I know that there have been some raccoons hanging out at night to finish up whatever food is left over. Fortunately, the cats know enough not to tangle with raccoons...they're meat eaters and vicious fighters...don't let those cute little faces and antics fool you. Anyway, since the two policemen and my neighbor didn't seem all that nervous, and no guns were drawn, I did what every nosey older person does when hearing gunfire, I went out to see what was going on...my 25-year-old son was just so impressed by this...NOT!
Well, it was a raccoon who was out during the day, which is usually a sign that not all is well with the raccoon since they are nocturnal creatures, and was acting strangely (according to the policemen). So they filled him full of lead...poor baby. Once that was established, my neighbor and I wandered back to our respective houses...and I heard one more pop as I sat down at my computer. Farewell, little soul.
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