New Favorite Critters

My well-intentioned husband put up bird feeders in the yard around the house so that I can look out and watch the birds enjoying a feast. Last night, after arriving home late into the evening following an exhausting day at work, Adam and Sam lay sleeping upstairs and Faith convinced me that she needed to go outside. After I turned on the lights and completed a preliminary check for critters, I let her outside. Just as she started to squat, something caught her attention and she scurried up a little hill to where a raccoon was feasting on our bird seed. The next thing I knew, Faith was prancing back, wagging her tail and carrying a hissing, squirming raccoon. After two years living on the farm, I handled the situation with calm, poise and grace by shaking my arms, screaming at Faith with the highest pitch I could muster, and, of course, starting to cry. Faith, the proud huntress, presented the raccoon to me at my feet as a gift, and when I did not accept it, attempted to take the now mostly limp raccoon into the house. I did what any independent, strong and able woman would do and yelled inside, “Adam, I need you,” to which my scantily clad knight in shining armor came to my rescue to accept Faith’s gift and then release it (or something). Said knight then calmed his hysterical wife, gave the dog a bath, and upheld hysterical wife’s request to sequester the dog to her own room for the remainder of the night.