Baby and Sugar  

ByteChaser2 52M
2834 posts
9/27/2005 1:27 pm

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Baby and Sugar

So, this morning, right before I drove the Scarlet Harlot down to the dealer to have the LoJack installed... I read [blog sj365]'s post Imagine All The People.... I tell you what, she's got this flair for relating her experiences that just makes me feel so pitifully inadequate. That's not a bad thing sj! I love it! but anyway, having read that wonderful post, it sparked a memory or two about my childhood friend.

Not an imaginary one... a raccoon.

Just a random tangent here... Moonlight Sonata just started playing in my "eye-toonz". I cant think of anything more appropriate to tell this tale to.

So anyway, back to Sugar and Baby. Back in early 1979, Dad, brother and I were helping a neighbor clean up and haul away and old, fallen down tin mill. It wasn't much more than an old, rotten wood plank floor with piles of tin sheets covering it.

We'd cleaned off most of the tin by late afternoon and were working on removing the wood flooring. I'd happened to see what I thought was a pack of rats through a hole, and being the brazen, fearless teen I was, went diving in after the critters, hammer in hand, bent on their demise.

As it turned out, it was a den and in it were 4 almost new-born raccoons. We knew the mother wasn't going to be back... She had unfortunately come to the clearing at the end of her path, at the hands of a truck, and lay dead on the road nearby.

We scooped the babies up and took them all home. Thus began my family's genesis into the world of "exotic" animal rehabilitation, and my journey into a fascinating and rewarding friendship with Sugar.

There were 4 of them altogether. 2 were successfully released, 2 others refused to go back from whence they came. Baby and Sugar. Baby was mom's (thus the name) and required maternal contact almost from day one. Sugar, by contrast was a devious and independent cuss who would brook NO contact save mine. She ate only what I gave, slept in my bed, followed me everywhere... In fact, dad would always say "If I want either one of you, all I have to do is find the other of you. Your joined paw to hand."

Baby was about a year old... We'd all just returned from a day out and about to find Sugar and Baby, sitting at the front door, waiting. Baby didn't look quite right and was especially whiny. We surmised later that she'd been run over as there were tread marks in her fur. She'd crawled a half mile back to the house, with a broken back and leg. Back to home and momma. We put her down that afternoon and mom cried for days - we all did really.

Sugar now... She was a character. She fattened on lucky charms and marshmallows, frogs and fresh water clams. I'd fill her wading pool and toss in the clams and frogs. It'd keep her occupied for hours. And when she'd ate her fill, off to bed she'd waddle. My bed... dirt, slime, entrails and all.

When she eventually died, she weighed in at just under 50 pounds. That was in late '83, with me a year in the Corps already.

One of the few things my dad allowed me, without restriction, or suggestion was my tree house. I built the thing by myself and, given that dad had said nothing at all about it, I thought secretly. I can't imagine he wouldn't have noticed the missing wood and nails though.

Sugar and I would spend afternoons out in the woods, perched in the tree house. Exactly how she managed to get her rotund butt up there, I can't even fathom... We'd share snacks and watch the animals mill about. Sometimes she'd plop down next to me, more often than not she'd crawl onto my shoulders and play in my hair or nibble my ear. I'd drone on about how dad was such a mean hearted bastard and she'd reply in her signature chuckle/click/giggle sort of vocalizations. I got quite a few issues worked out with her in those days.

We'd had horses and goats, ducks and chickens. More raccoons, a fox and a bobcat. A couple of owls and even a skunk - We were in a big rush to get that one back to the wild I tell ya! We even housed a moose calf long enough to have it transferred to a wild animal park. None of them was my Sugar though...


Synn74 42F
1206 posts
9/27/2005 2:56 pm

aww Byte that is a beautiful story of friendship thank you for sharing



I welcome you to the House of Syn...


ByteChaser2 52M

9/27/2005 4:15 pm

Your most welcome Synn. XXX

And thank sj for pulling it up and out of me and into the sunshine!


rm_mskitty92562 42F

9/27/2005 5:13 pm

This story made me smile! Thank you for sharing it.


007sexy40plus 51F  
7603 posts
9/27/2005 6:10 pm

Very sweet story BC2, I knew there was a real man behind that eye.

I am the real deal! "Come Get Me!!!"


rm_MarkNGeorgia 64M
91 posts
9/27/2005 6:12 pm

My uncle had a baby alligator for a while. Caught him at work one day, and moved him to the pond in the back yard. "Lewis" would come when called, and lived there for a number of years until his size got to be a threat to us kids. They also had a number of coons over the years, but I don't remember one as friendly as yours.


rm_sj365 55F
2414 posts
9/27/2005 9:02 pm

what a sweet story this is. I am so glad you wrote it! Thanks for the nice words, you are really too kind.
that raccoon picture makes me wanna go out & get one as a pet...adorable, entertaining lil things they are!


rm_P1FORYOU 56F

9/27/2005 9:24 pm

That is one fat racoon!! ha ha. Sweet and touching story too. I lived in a pretentious neighborhood in Charlotte, NC once where they discovered a man keeping hundreds of racoons in his yard and they sent animal control out to get them quick!! Strange but true. Unfortunately these were not loving adorable pets, they were kind of vicious. So I am glad to hear they can be domesticated. I always had kittens, hmmmm, interesting that I would always love kitties huh? Again, lovely story, well written. I give it 4 paws up!!!


helga_hansen 49F  
1987 posts
9/27/2005 11:44 pm

*Helga loves Moonlight Sonata and will think of Byte and his Sugar 'coon when she hears it next. Never doubted there was a real man behind the eye*

Hx

Love, hugs and kisses from ♥♥HH♥♥


ByteChaser2 52M

9/28/2005 6:58 am

Mornin M - Lunch this afternoon? Cosmos sound good today and I'm eager to hear about your new man! XXXXX


ByteChaser2 52M

9/28/2005 6:59 am

Hey ten - Thank you babe! I was wondering if there was man behind the eye too lol - Long story there


ByteChaser2 52M

9/28/2005 7:03 am

Mark - hey, thanks for stopping around When I was stationed at Camp Lejeune, NC there was a gator that was a permanent fixture at the picnic area close to the barracks. Wally... Friendly enough old girl - Yeah, I know right? Wally? We hadn't figured that out till there were a couple dozen babies floating around the pond one year.


ByteChaser2 52M

9/28/2005 7:05 am

Thank YOU sj! I had a relatively unkind childhood but there's some great memories suppressed in and among the bad ones... You've been making it easy to relive them! XXX


ByteChaser2 52M

9/28/2005 7:08 am

Thank YOU sj! I had a relatively unkind childhood but there's some great memories suppressed in and among the bad ones... You've been making it easy to relive them! XXX

Oh, and I suggest, in the strongest possible terms, that you NOT get a raccoon. One can never really domesticate one and those fight or flight instincts can really do some serious damage to a handler. Dad and brother still bear whitness (and scars) to that - me too...


ByteChaser2 52M

9/28/2005 7:11 am

Hiya P1 - Yeah she was a fatty huh? My fault... it was all those marshmallows and lucky charms that did it lol

Your right on about them being vicious too. Even to me, Sugar could get downright violent. I actually watched her take on a rottwieller one day and tore it a new ass. Excellent guard animals - if you can keep them from taking extended liberties with the pantry lol!


ByteChaser2 52M

9/28/2005 7:14 am

Morning Helga - Hey, I just got my sky miles statement... There's just about enough to get to London's Heathrow... Hint, hint... I'll bring the "eye-pod" and the Sonata, you bring that lacey blue brah


ByteChaser2 52M

9/28/2005 7:15 am

Thank you Polly! You come around any time you like, set a while and we'll spin yarns. Deal?


ByteChaser2 52M

9/28/2005 6:08 pm

You got it honni. I know I sirked off today but I got a couple more stashed away up in my cranial cavity! First thing tomorrow I promise!XXX


ByteChaser2 52M

10/17/2005 4:04 pm

Randomness... I hate it when there's an odd number of replies. It means someone's commented and I cant find it!


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