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<blockquote data-quote="Star*" data-source="post: 166195" data-attributes="member: 4964"><p>The last raccoon we had here? </p><p></p><p>DF had just gotten out of the hospital and was in a turtle shell and using a walker. He was on a LOAD of pain medications. He would sleep most of the day and when he was awake, he was barely coherent enough to **** soup. Rehabbing a human is NOT nearly as rewarding as rehabbing a baby animal. </p><p></p><p>Anyway the doctor told him he HAD to get up and walk around. So we thought if we told him that there were raccoons in our dump truck he would make an effort to come outside and look, thus get him up and walking. So at dusk, he wakes up and me and Dude get him out the door with his walker baby steps at a time. IN DF's mind - he was so doped up - he thought he nearly didn't need that walker. Morphine is such a liar. </p><p></p><p>So out the door we went and somehow in the back of our dump truck (parked under a tree) this HUGE behemoth Mother raccoon and kits were foraging in the rubbish for food and not nary a bit scared or bothered by our distant presence. Until.......DF decided that in his medicated stupor raccoons should NOT be IN the dump truck bed eating our garbage. And what happened after that can only be remembered as one of the most hilarious moments this family has ever witnessed. </p><p></p><p>For whatever reason our own medicine man scooches his walker closer and closer to the back of the dump truck yelling in an almost drunken sounding voice, slurring words "Hay you scracookoons git ouda my trrrrrrrruck." and he stumbles forward with a cane waving wildly at the bed of this truck yelling over and over Scracookoons go on git. I tried to tell him he was peeving off this mother and that she HAD kits up there with her - but would his drug addled mind listen? nooooooooo. So here is this crippled man, in a turtle shell, pushing a walker, yelling at Scracookoons, waving a cane and all of a sudden as if they BOTH noticed each other at the same time - He turned and said "oh he((" and I looked up to see the LARGEST raccoon I have ever seen in my life jumping up and down wildly, chattering, and gathering her babies.....and heading down out of the dump truck and COMING to get the Scracookoon man. I stood near the house in utter amazement of his speed and all I can tell you is - </p><p></p><p>Man.........she was big and BOY he was fast.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Star*, post: 166195, member: 4964"] The last raccoon we had here? DF had just gotten out of the hospital and was in a turtle shell and using a walker. He was on a LOAD of pain medications. He would sleep most of the day and when he was awake, he was barely coherent enough to **** soup. Rehabbing a human is NOT nearly as rewarding as rehabbing a baby animal. Anyway the doctor told him he HAD to get up and walk around. So we thought if we told him that there were raccoons in our dump truck he would make an effort to come outside and look, thus get him up and walking. So at dusk, he wakes up and me and Dude get him out the door with his walker baby steps at a time. IN DF's mind - he was so doped up - he thought he nearly didn't need that walker. Morphine is such a liar. So out the door we went and somehow in the back of our dump truck (parked under a tree) this HUGE behemoth Mother raccoon and kits were foraging in the rubbish for food and not nary a bit scared or bothered by our distant presence. Until.......DF decided that in his medicated stupor raccoons should NOT be IN the dump truck bed eating our garbage. And what happened after that can only be remembered as one of the most hilarious moments this family has ever witnessed. For whatever reason our own medicine man scooches his walker closer and closer to the back of the dump truck yelling in an almost drunken sounding voice, slurring words "Hay you scracookoons git ouda my trrrrrrrruck." and he stumbles forward with a cane waving wildly at the bed of this truck yelling over and over Scracookoons go on git. I tried to tell him he was peeving off this mother and that she HAD kits up there with her - but would his drug addled mind listen? nooooooooo. So here is this crippled man, in a turtle shell, pushing a walker, yelling at Scracookoons, waving a cane and all of a sudden as if they BOTH noticed each other at the same time - He turned and said "oh he((" and I looked up to see the LARGEST raccoon I have ever seen in my life jumping up and down wildly, chattering, and gathering her babies.....and heading down out of the dump truck and COMING to get the Scracookoon man. I stood near the house in utter amazement of his speed and all I can tell you is - Man.........she was big and BOY he was fast. [/QUOTE]
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