But got the fucking shit scared out of me instead. I normally go for walks once it gets light out, but since it’s starting to get darker earlier I decided to just go for a walk and not wait until like 7 or 7:30. Got Ellie all ready, put my jacket on, turned on my “I’M HERE, DON’T HIT ME” light so cars could see me, and headed out the door. We got not 100 feet down the road when I hear this absurd SCREAMING of some animal. It sounded like it was dying, or rabid, or who the fuck knows. I stopped, listened, and realized it was in my neighbor’s yard somewhere, no more than maybe 300 feet away from where I was standing, sounded like it was coming towards us. Then I panicked, not knowing what the hell it was and I just flat out RAN the fuck back to my house, hoping it wasn’t some rabid raccoon or fox chasing after Ellie and I. Pretty sure I ran faster than I ever have in my life. After I got back inside, and Ellie is looking at me like “Da hell is your problem?!”, I realized how much I was shaking. Ellie, being the good girl she is, nuzzled her nose into my hand and just kept rubbing her head on me like she was trying to calm me down. After I had calmed down I realized it was probably just a normal raccoon who got pissed off for one reason or another. But the fact that it was coming towards us didn’t make me want to stay. So. I’m waiting until it’s light out to go for a walk. Hmph. Damn raccoons.
So I decided to go for a walk about an hour later. I walk outside, and right in front of my driveway is a DEAD RACCOON. That was not there before. THERE WAS A DAMN RACCOON CHASING ME UP THE ROAD. It probably had rabies or something ridiculous. Because that’s just my luck.
Proof of dead ‘coon with crappy cellphone photo. My house is to the immediate left.