Seriously.... the new awesome
It was hot inside. Because: baking. So we opened some windows for proper ventilation.
Lured in by the smell of freshly baked vikings-in-a-cookie-blanket... COONS! Acres and acres of cookie hungry raccoons. I have never been so afraid in my life. But my desire to win the Pulitzer for photographic journalism steeled my nerve, and I quickly snapped a few shots as the terror unfolded,
five minutes ago.
Lured in by the smell of freshly baked vikings-in-a-cookie-blanket... COONS! Acres and acres of cookie hungry raccoons. I have never been so afraid in my life. But my desire to win the Pulitzer for photographic journalism steeled my nerve, and I quickly snapped a few shots as the terror unfolded,
five minutes ago.
posted by bex @ 11:14 PM
5 Comments:
At 11:21 AM,
English said…
No joke man. Carnage was thick. I was lucky to get out wearing one like Davey Crockett.
At 2:15 PM,
Damian said…
damn them all (the racoons)
and I mean dam them all. Build a racoon dam of wood that will keep back the furry tide. Later, when they have built up enough force you can build a generator that runs off of racoon flow.
At 3:30 PM,
Betsy said…
Sometimes it's embarassing when you read your blog the next day.
At 11:33 PM,
k8 said…
if by embarrassing you mean awesome.
At 7:48 AM,
bex said…
did davey crockett wear his coonskin like a loin cloth?
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