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I thought I'd blog very quickly to tell you about a funny experience I had tonight.

I was in the bedroom putting freshly laundered clothes away while Matt was tidying the kitchen and getting things together to take to the garbage. So I heard him get all the bags (he normally takes one bag of garbage and a bag of recycling out to the sheds) and head out. I continued doing my thing when I heard him rush back inside the apartment and yell at me.

I ran out to the living room to see what the matter was and he said there were giant animals drinking from the fountain in the courtyard between us and the sheds. Intrigued, I slipped into my Danish-made clogs (they're the most comfortable shoes I have, okay?) and Matt's dressing gown and went outside with him.

It turns out the giant animals were two raccoons. As Matt had first approached, one took refuge behind the fountain and another halfway up the trunk of one of the courtyard trees.

The funny thing was that Matt didn't want to be attacked by them. He told me they don't have the thieving little blighters in England, which really did surprise me. He said they have foxes and badgers. And then there's his brother's (Martyn) cat, which is a beast and viciously slaughters local voles, mice, birds and anything else small and cute in the country where they live.

Anyway, the raccoons we saw scampered away while Matt was out in the sheds, but after we came back inside, I went back to the bathroom and distinctly heard the sounds of something in the fountain. The little bandits are probably in the sheds now feasting.

To be fair, the ones outside were some of the largest raccoons I've ever seen. And to be perfectly honest, I think I'd rather see raccoons than possums. Possums are just freaking creepy. If the underworld had a mascot or a pet, it'd be a possum.

And with that bit of hilarity behind us now, I'm off to bed.

Later Days
Arty