No no no....I'm definitely not becoming a foodie blog. I don't cook, remember? And why would I have the word "raccoon" in the title if I was? Yeah, that's gross.
I love night runs that have surprises---fun, good ones, of course. Last night's 3 miles were refreshing, yet bug-filled, and a much needed break from Goober duties. ;) Here are my observations for the run:
A raccoon I've seen before in the same area was just chillin' in the last moments of daylight with the cats in the "cat sanctuary" in the neighborhood. I've nicknamed him Bandit, because he likes to crash the CATS ONLY party of the wetlands. He was cool and posed for a picture.
|What's up, Bandit?|
The cats weren't so happy to have the paparazzi snapping away by their home:
|Sorry guys, you're just so cute and fuzzy.|
DUDE, this one is trying to be all camouflaged and stuff! AACK!
|Nice try! I see you in all of your nekkidness, Mr. Semi!|
What did you see on your run today?