Roadkill (maybe?)

Hi all - thought I'd stop in for a quick check-in. I promised to have a new post up this week, but a few wrenches have been thrown our way and time has been precious. I've checked in on a few of you (I can't stay away) and my thoughts & prayers have been with those I know are having problems.

I ran into this little guy this morning on the way to work (not literally). I stopped to get a sausage biscuit at our local McDonald's (the slowest one in the state of Texas) and this booger was strolling around in the parking lot. Now mind you, this is quite a busy street in our little town, and it was totally out of character for a wild animal to be at this particular location.

I say "strolling"... he was actually wandering around in circles, head down, confused, staggering, falling down, getting back up. RABIES, I imagine. There were several people standing around outside keeping a watchful eye and someone was going to call the Animal Control folks to come get him. I had to go on to work.

Poor little guy. If he DIDN'T have rabies, then there was certainly something else wrong with him. My son Josh was in the car with me, and there were people waiting in line after me. But whoa, a PHOTO OP! Who's gonna pass up a good photo op for blog fodder! I keep my camera in the car alot (now that it's not 103 degrees), so I whooped out my camera like a six-gun and snapped off a couple of photos before gittin my breakfast. (maybe that's why our McDonalds is the slowest one in the state of Texas??? Maybe there are other people who also like to take pictures at McDonalds???) Anyway, I felt sorry for the raccoon - I'm sure he was about to meet his demise either way - if Animal Control didn't get him purty quick, he was sure to get creamed out on the highway and be roadkill for some buzzard's supper!

Which brings to mind a story - my nanny had a couple of pet 'coons when she was a kid. She said they were lots of fun and would come and dig food out of her pockets (or anybody else's) and look for food in her hair and behind her ears - she said it tickled. Until the male reached puberty - then he got mean, and she had to take him to the woods to let him go.

End of story - wasn't that interesting??

'Nuff said - I'll be back later hopefully - we had a great 50th Party for my sis. More to come....

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