4:30 AM wake up and tea - see mouse breeze through in the living room. Here we go again.
5:30 in the kitchen counter, finishing tea, scared that the mouse will come around.
Cannot believe I once dealt with a raccoon, many moons ago, in the old New Jersey home.
She had gotten in through the cat-trap door and was hiding in the closet, scared of the cats who were looking at her so intensely I had to check and see what exactly they were looking at.
When I saw the fury thing I begged, no, actually cried to God: "please let that be a hat". But I knew I had no grey fury hats. Then I saw: It was a 3 feet tall fury gray animal. How did it even fit through the tiny cat door? How long had it been a guest?
I closed the closet door. Animal control was not available to come over that night, they casually suggested I open a window. I knocked on my neighbor's door. Nobody home. I had to walk through my fears. I had to do something.
I locked the cats in the basement and panicked all the way back to the bedroom. I opened the closet door a crack and looked at the raccoon, it looked at me back. Her eye-focus on me excluded everything else in the world, she was in a full state of sense withdrawal and total focus.
For the first time ever I merged with the object of my attention, or she did with me. I can't say for sure.
I was intimidated into almost fainting, but summoned all the energy and said: "that is the window, that is the way out. Please go through it".
She heard me, absorbed me, drank me, studied me. Her paws on the wall, her neck turned to look at me, her eyes glued to my soul.
I then opened the window and left the bedroom. Heard her leave. She moved quickly. Apparently she understood. She knew she was in trouble.
After I heard her leave I went back in with the cats and closed the window. The cats roamed around for a while sniffing everything. Then they napped upon conclusion that the house was safe. We all had a good night sleep. I was never the same.
Will go upstairs now and do the practice, to wherever I can. See if I can get even a glimpse of the raccoons' type of focus. Deal with the fauna later.
5:30 in the kitchen counter, finishing tea, scared that the mouse will come around.
Cannot believe I once dealt with a raccoon, many moons ago, in the old New Jersey home.
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| She listened to me as if drinking my soul |
She had gotten in through the cat-trap door and was hiding in the closet, scared of the cats who were looking at her so intensely I had to check and see what exactly they were looking at.
When I saw the fury thing I begged, no, actually cried to God: "please let that be a hat". But I knew I had no grey fury hats. Then I saw: It was a 3 feet tall fury gray animal. How did it even fit through the tiny cat door? How long had it been a guest?
I closed the closet door. Animal control was not available to come over that night, they casually suggested I open a window. I knocked on my neighbor's door. Nobody home. I had to walk through my fears. I had to do something.
I locked the cats in the basement and panicked all the way back to the bedroom. I opened the closet door a crack and looked at the raccoon, it looked at me back. Her eye-focus on me excluded everything else in the world, she was in a full state of sense withdrawal and total focus.
For the first time ever I merged with the object of my attention, or she did with me. I can't say for sure.
I was intimidated into almost fainting, but summoned all the energy and said: "that is the window, that is the way out. Please go through it".
She heard me, absorbed me, drank me, studied me. Her paws on the wall, her neck turned to look at me, her eyes glued to my soul.
I then opened the window and left the bedroom. Heard her leave. She moved quickly. Apparently she understood. She knew she was in trouble.
After I heard her leave I went back in with the cats and closed the window. The cats roamed around for a while sniffing everything. Then they napped upon conclusion that the house was safe. We all had a good night sleep. I was never the same.
Will go upstairs now and do the practice, to wherever I can. See if I can get even a glimpse of the raccoons' type of focus. Deal with the fauna later.
"God please let that be hat": my first laugh today, thanks. Season change, furry things are looking for sublets. Warm ones.
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ReplyDeletethat's awsome that the racoon followed your instructions. i would not have been able to summon the same speech to give to a large sewer rat when it stopped munching on a rice cake to look at me, when i opened a cupboard in my condo in Miami Beach. his eyes on me where as intense as you describe about the racoon. a mouse i could have dealt with - i would remember they are our friends to determine how to combat sickness - but this was 4 times the size of a mouse. eventually i had to use a trap and i felt horrible when it succumbed to it one night at 1:50am. it made a mess fighting it. i think i would try more humane approaches now.
regards,
Arturo
Arturo, my goodness!!!
ReplyDeleteI don't know what it is about rats. I think if I was you I would NOT have been able to deal with that... rats are in a different compartment in my mind one that screams fear yaicks run! a raccoon is even bigger, so I dont get it...
Maybe the movie Ratatuille was a PR attempt from rats... they need more, they should start blogging! :-)
So sorry you had to go through that!