Beauty or Beast..?  

pragmaticCTcpl 61M/50F
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8/6/2006 2:57 pm

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8/10/2006 12:22 pm

Beauty or Beast..?


Yesterday, Mrs. Prag and I spent a very enjoyable time with some friends at their campsite down on the Connecticut shore.

It was a laid-back, easy kind of day, with great conversations...good food...a moderate amount of alcoholic beverages...all nestled under nature's canopy...away from the weekday worries of work.

Sometime after 10 pm, as we sat outside...continuing our conversations and beverages...our little foursome grew by one.

I noticed something moving in the dark, off to the side and just behind my lovely wife's seated position, and as it got closer, she too noticed something moving off to her right.

She at first, thought it was a cat moving through the campground.

Having seen them many times before, I knew what it was as soon as my eyes focused on it, and it came close enough for the outside lights of our friend's trailer to illuminate it just enough for recognition.

It was a raccoon.

Being it was a campground...with garbage cans at every trailer site...I wasn't surprised to see it saunter in and leisurely begin climbing a pine tree a few feet from where we sat.

As it slowly, and methodically, scaled the tree, I was able to see that this was a very large raccoon. I would conservatively estimate its weight at around 40 pounds.

The female half of our friends, reacted immediately when she first heard, then saw, this beautiful creature of nature, climbing the tree......she freaked..!!!

She was up and out of her chair...across the 20 feet of open space...and at the door of their trailer in about a half a second...screaming at the top of her lungs..!

All of a sudden, a hideous and vicious killer-beast had invaded her little home-away-from-home, and for the next two her husband and I tried to regain our composure from rolling-on-the-ground, laughing-ourselves-silly-so-much-our-sides-hurt (ROTGLOSSMOSH)...we listened to her expound that:

"I've been coming here for 35 years...I've never seen a monster like that before...only a few deer."

"Honey...I want you to go to Home Depot tomorrow, buy a chain saw, and cut down all of these trees..!"

"That hideous beast could have rabies and could have attacked and killed all of us..!"

After her husband had stopped crying, from laughing so hard, he retrieved a flashlight and gave it to me, so that I could find this dangerous, wild animal...somewhere up that pine tree...and, hopefully, be the object of it's premeditated plan of attack, by pouncing out of the tree, on me...just in case she was right..! Being 6' 4", and weighing about 230 lbs., I was the likely one to either fight it off...or keep it busy eating me...while the others escaped with their lives inside of the trailer..!

Having had many experiences with raccoons in my life, taught me well.

Our "beast" was a female...about 3 to 5 years old...had a full, and beautiful, coat of fur...classic markings...bright, shiny, eyes and nose...and was nonchalantly eating something that she had brought up the tree with her...from the sounds of it, it may have been some of the chicken bones that were deposited in the trash can, after our earlier meal.

I truly am in awe of nature and it's beauty, whenever my eyes behold it.

At various times in my life, the opportunity to hand-feed raccoons has presented itself, as well as the opportunity to catch a few, with my bare hands.

As I grew from childhood, the experiences and lessons-learned from my parents interaction with raccoons...and passed on to me, served me well enough to never have been bitten, clawed, or to have had to go through receiving an abdominal hypodermic injection of medication, each day, for 14 days, after contracting rabies.

This raccoons demeanor assured me that she just wanted to find a safe and secure spot to enjoy her late-night snack (which she did), and felt no fear or threats from the four humans sitting near her snack-spot.

I tried to reassure and calm our friend...who was clutching Mrs. Prag's arm by now, when Mrs. Prag joined her.

I illuminated our guest as she munched away on her snack...cleaned and preened herself afterward...and then did some makeshift folding of pine boughs from the branches with her articulating hands, and settled in to take a nap.

Our friend would NOT come back over to where we all had been and sit back we moved the chairs over to where she was...just outside of the doorway to the trailer.

She hesitantly sat back down, but each and every time there was the slightest strange acorn falling...a bat flapping it's wings as it flew by overhead...she would jump back up and head for the trailer door.

We even persuaded her to stand behind us (about 25 feet, behind us) as we walked under the branch where the raccoon was taking it's nap and illuminated it with the flashlight for her to see that it was calm...not a threat to anyone...and, actually, because it was only about 12 feet off the ground...quite beautiful. Her husband even retrieved his digital camera, and took some great pictures.

So we sat back down...continued our conversation...and beverages, until our guest awoke from her little nap and decided to climb back down the tree.

I grabbed the flashlight...walked over to the tree...and watched as she gingerly guided her body into position to come back down the tree...exactly the same as she had gone up...head up, butt down.

I refrained from trying to pet her or grab hold of the fur behind her neck to capture her as she slowly worked her way down the tree...I had done that a few times, but with much smaller and lighter raccoons. If you grab them by their fur, behind their necks, and then hold them at arms length, they cannot bite or claw at you. I don't know that I'd be able to hold 40 pounds at arm's length for any great length of time, and besides...she hadn't caused any harm, so why aggravate the situation?

Our friend and Mrs. Prag had long since disappeared into the confines and safety of the trailer, and her husband had exited about 10 minutes earlier to "sit on the throne."

I watched her come down to ground level...cross over towards the back of the trailer...and then go under the trailer...all the while, I had the light beam from the flashlight, following her. Instead of continuing under the trailer and out the other her next trash can and potential snack, she climbed up the wooden blocks, supporting the trailer underneath it, and disappeared from sight.

I went inside the trailer and joined the others, and after her husband and I assured his wife that there was no way for the raccoon to get inside the trailer, she calmed down a little, but continued her near-shock ramblings.

"That's it...we're selling the trailer tomorrow..!"

As we said our good-bye's a little later, and were about to exit the trailer, our friend walked by her husband who at that moment reached down and grabbed the back of her leg with his hand and growled out loud.... "GRRRRRRR..!"

Needless to say...she had to run into their bathroom (pee'd her shorts)...and I'd be willing to bet that he slept on the couch, last night..!

Not counting you find animals like the wild, but as docile as cats, with no aberrant behavior or visible a work of Nature's beauty, or a deadly wild beast?


cougarprey4play 40M

8/6/2006 3:22 pm

The deer in this area are very docile. No coons that I'm aware of but plenty of other creatures (elk, antelope, badger, ground squirrels, coyotes, bear, bobcat, fox, etc.).

Hehehe...selling the trailer over a racoon. XD

pragmaticCTcpl replies on 8/8/2006 11:33 am:
It's hard to imagine, but she is afraid of anything she can't kill with a flyswatter..!

Thanks for stopping by, cougar..!

MWWwantmore 51F

8/6/2006 6:01 pm

LOL I do recall an incident years ago when us girls were camping. It was in tents then. We were all sitting around after dark when we saw a skunk. Now you dont run and scream with those. This skunk which was an albino ( almost all white ) proceeded to walk into our campsite and right under the picnic table where I sat. I felt it brush my feet. Now none of us moved a muscle for fear of being sprayed. But it just walked through and away.

Talk about almost peeing my pants!!!

I'll have a cafe, mocha, vodka, valium latte to go please!

Good girls go to heaven.....bad girls go down!!

pragmaticCTcpl replies on 8/8/2006 11:34 am:
You were wearing pants..???????


8/6/2006 7:06 pm

I am always at the creek and love the wild BUT show me a mouse and I freak.

just a squirrel trying to get a nut

pragmaticCTcpl replies on 8/8/2006 11:36 am:
Okay, mice for you..!

cougarprey4play 40M

8/6/2006 7:37 pm

    Quoting MWWwantmore:
    LOL I do recall an incident years ago when us girls were camping. It was in tents then. We were all sitting around after dark when we saw a skunk. Now you dont run and scream with those. This skunk which was an albino ( almost all white ) proceeded to walk into our campsite and right under the picnic table where I sat. I felt it brush my feet. Now none of us moved a muscle for fear of being sprayed. But it just walked through and away.

    Talk about almost peeing my pants!!!
I think I would have slowly raised my legs & pulled myself up on the table just in case. XD

pragmaticCTcpl replies on 8/8/2006 11:37 am:
I don't know....there's something kinky about a tomato soup bath that appeals to me..!

cougarprey4play 40M

8/6/2006 7:39 pm

    Quoting MOfunNOWWOW:
    I am always at the creek and love the wild BUT show me a mouse and I freak.
Please, most are so fast & it's the quick actions that can make me uneasy - packrats are even worse; I had a flashlight on one & the next thing you know "BAM" it's gone. Talk about edgy!! Now I know both are smaller than me & don't want to be around me but these things love to show up at night when it adds that much more suspense dealing with them. During the day, not a problem.

pragmaticCTcpl replies on 8/8/2006 11:39 am:
Must be like chipmunks in your shorts..!!!!!!

cougarprey4play 40M

8/8/2006 6:49 pm

Tomato soup bath....hmmm...I've heard of other types of baths (food related) & I have seen a video (music) of a woman in a bath of honey.

pragmaticCTcpl replies on 8/9/2006 9:49 am:
I referenced the tomato soup bath because it's the only thing that would get rid of the skunk smell when one of my dogs chased a "kitty" years ago.

No amount of shampoo, bar soap, even powdered car wash would do that. One of my uncles suggested the tomato soup, and it worked...the dog was finally allowed back in the house..! Must be something in the high-acidity of tomatoes that can kill that smell.

docdirk 47M

8/9/2006 6:14 pm

Mmmm... that's good eatin!!!

Ah, Its you again, Your Angel Feathers and your Blood Stains...

pragmaticCTcpl replies on 8/10/2006 9:39 am:
Every other week, when I travel down towards your neck of the woods, I never stop to think who gets rid of all the road-kill, or what happens to them, that I see on 95..!

Now, I know...who does it....and what becomes of them...!!!!!

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