David Hines (hradzka) wrote,
David Hines

forty days, etc.

I haven't mentioned it, but the rain hereabouts has been absolutely staggering. Huge, huge, heavy rains, every day, multiple times a day. The eight acres I'm on looks like protected wetlands. This is bad for me. Why? Because I have a septic tank, and it is set up in just such a way that when there's a ton of rainfall, the water drains into... yep, my septic. It drains out again, of course, as the ground desaturates, but having a septic tank full of water means that I can't do some little things. Like, you know, flushing my toilet.

I mean, I am manly enough that I don't mind basically having to urinate off my back porch, but using toilets is a surprisingly hard habit to break.

I am not the worst off hereabouts, though. Last night I heard a loud noise, and then high-pitched chittering of a sort that I'd never heard before. I turned on the porch lights and went out, whereupon I encountered the grumpiest, wettest, all-around most miserable raccoon I have ever seen in my life. If you know what cats look like immediately after a bath, that's pretty much it, only with opposable thumbs. The chittering wasn't coming from this raccoon, but from a tree in front of my cabin, which I gathered contained another raccoon, who had apparently taken umbrage to the miserable raccoon trying to seek shelter in raccoon #2's tree.
Tags: critters, life
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