Food for the Progressive Soul
Behold: the world’s tiniest bear is still living under my old place.
But, but, but he’s CUTE!!!
But, but, but we have MOLES up here, ICK!
I went on a really neat tidal pool walk and the person whose house we got down to the beach from said he had otters living under his house last year. Think of that.
I think it may be a matter of defense. Use metal barriers to keep him from getting under the house. He is cute though.
He’s darling. He has the world’s fattest butt and a gorgeous lush coat.
But I know how this will end: the entire west side of my old place will one day collapse into his comfy summer den.
Is that a groundhog? Hard to make out. My dad had one in his garden that literally shredded his okra plants, and they are tough. Warmest regards, Doc.
It’s a bear. A very small bear, but a bear nonetheless.
He lives under my old place. He has a very fat ass.
It was hard to make out. Warmest regards, Doc.
I can’t post normal sized pictures for some reason. If you click on it, though, you should be able to take a closer look at him. Then, you’ll see – he’s a bear.
You are my special friend. Warmest regards, Doc.
Send him down here. He will fit right in with my weird critters.
I had something come through the screen in the middle of the night and kick my cat’s ass. The dogs went nuts and the cats and dogs ran it out through the remainder of the screen. Now I have to replace a window and screen. I sure would sleep better if I knew what it was. The nerve!
What was it? I worry about strange critters coming through the doggie door here.
Was it a possum? Do you all have possums down there?
The doggie door here is in the storm door, so at night I can close the inside, main door and nothing can get in (or out, but the babies are crated at night). It’s a good system.
Friend of mine was concerned: “You’re putting in a doggie door that will handle 100-pound dogs? What happens if you get a 100-pound burglar coming in through it?”
To which I replied, “The first thing that 100-pound burglar would see is two 100-pound guard dogs staring him in the face as he crawled in through the door.”
We do have possums here. The town is set on the beach with the jungle behind us. I have no idea what it was.
It was a possum! Those pesky little devils!
O/t it appears the spamblocker here is randomly and willy nilly-y blocking some comments. I’ll see if I can doodle with it and fix it.
You also have a relative of the coon there, I am trying to remember its name. Snap, I can not think of it. Warmest regards, Doc.
Maybe a coati? Warmest regards, Doc.
Send the bear down here. He will fit right in with all the strange critters that hang around my place.
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In my single life, my roommate and I would leave the garage door up for our outside cats. We also had dry cat food out there for them. One night late, I was in my very short nightgown and barefoot, and yes, went to the garage to take clothes out of the dryer. Three juvenile raccoons were scarfing down the cat food. They didn’t ever budge when I came into the midst of them. I beat a hasty retreat. Another time, raccoons were going up and down the tree out the back door onto the roof and into the attic. One night, I saw them coming down the tree, charged out the back door with a piece of bread in my hand and angrily told them to go away. One just took the bread out of my hand and beat a hasty retreat back into the attic. It was 6 months before we got them all out of there!
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