Sunday, January 08, 2012

Bring It Mother Nature!

Apparently Mother Nature does not like being told to leave me with my youth. Nor does she like my being a party to taking four of her geese during our now annual Dave and George Mitchell memorial hunt. At least that is all I can assume.

She was so displeased that she deemed it necessary to sacrifice one of the many pawns on her chessboard of life. Said pawn took the shape of a jumbo sized racoon during a night drive heading out of Fergus.

Geese breast and legs in tow I headed home for a highly anticipated scrumptious meal. Not 10 minutes outside of Fergus I spotted, a little too late, a set of glowing yellow eyes. They darted across Liza's path and stopped on the centre line.

Much like the suicidal birds I occasionally run into, literally, the fool of a racoon decided it was a good idea to run back in front of me!

Needless to say, it did not end well for neither beast nor machine. About 1/3 of my bumper, apparently made out of plastic and held together with rubber bands, joined Ricky Racoon on the side of road. The protective rubber under-fender cover also went flying off into the dark.

Boo I say. Boo indeed. But I also say bring it Mother Nature. Bring it. I have snow tires and insurance. Bring it on!


Blogger Blair said...

Tell me we aren't having raccoon pie on Thursday.

6:31 PM  
Blogger Robert Mitchell L.L. said...

Sadly no. Racoon pancakes and Papi is getting a very flat racoon hat. Sorry, he called dibs.

6:40 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Remember to listen to your Mother. Didn't she try and tell you to stay the night and not drive home in the dark?

5:15 AM  

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