Unexpected, and unwelcome

For the second morning in a row we have had a unexpected and unwelcome visitor. A early, 5:30 am, morning wake up call from the concierge of Hotel Raccoon. Gar bounced out of bed, threw open the curtains, and tapped on our ground floor condo windows. This of course has little effect on the raccoon who just looks at him as if to say, "what, did you not order this wake up call?" Meanwhile I, suffering from the bright unwelcome morning light flooding into the room groggily try to take in what is happening. And do my best not to throw a pillow at Gar.

The raccoon was quite at home, visiting our deck, rummaging through the potting bench as if that is where we keep the special treats.

The sudden appearance of another animal that is definitely dangerous to Bootsie had me scrambling out of bed this morning in a hurry. After undoing all the locks on the patio door, I stumbled out onto the deck, to confront the masked bandit. He merely looked at me and shuffled off down the main deck. I ran after him clapping my hands hoping to scare him away. Every time I retreated, he advanced. I even threw one of my gardening clogs at him, and when he tried to pick it up. I realized that I was outside, in the daylight, in nothing but my nightie. My "short, tiny, baby it's so hot out, nobody but the hubby ever sees me in this" nightie. Standing right in front of my neighbors condo, in full view of any early birds. And believe me White Rock is full of early birds. I am not sure who ran faster, me or the raccoon.