I left out some cat food on my porch for the feral cats who kept eating it day after day only to discover one night there were no longer feral cats on my porch but a family of raccoons. I have to admit I was taken by how cute they were but my husband was not pleased and I had to end my feedings to the wildlife on the porch. But feral persons backstroking would frighten me more.
When I was a kid in Vancouver, raccoons were ubiquitous, and generally regarded as cute nuisances. However, as an adult I saw the hairless, rabid raccoons that would totter, hissing, around the historic house I worked at in Miami, and was swiftly and completely disabused of that notion.
I left out some cat food on my porch for the feral cats who kept eating it day after day only to discover one night there were no longer feral cats on my porch but a family of raccoons. I have to admit I was taken by how cute they were but my husband was not pleased and I had to end my feedings to the wildlife on the porch. But feral persons backstroking would frighten me more.
When I was a kid in Vancouver, raccoons were ubiquitous, and generally regarded as cute nuisances. However, as an adult I saw the hairless, rabid raccoons that would totter, hissing, around the historic house I worked at in Miami, and was swiftly and completely disabused of that notion.
I wonder if aquatic peregrinations in the dark are often informed by the White Album.
Her name was McGill... she called herself Lil... but everyone knew her as Nancy.
I can’t fathom the width not so wise guy.
Also--I cannot stress this enough--because he was snorkeling, he was also NOT LOOKING.
“Humanity is my kin, but I cannot fathom...” will now be part of my vernacular. I love these reports.
I love your writing!