A late-20s university grad living in the Bay Area with hopes of returning to the world of academia for Japanese or linguistics, or I'll run off to law school.
My obsessive-compulsions include stopping the microwave only when the time remaining is divisible by five and reading the fine print on commercials.
My first sip of tea was out of my baby bottle. I make one of the best cuppas you’ll ever taste.
En route from the train station to my house, I was getting a daily update from my friend about her parents as both of them are in the hospital. About four houses away from home, I noticed three bulldog sized grey animals coming from my yard, and I stopped in my tracks. I may wear glasses but I could tell what these mo’fos were from afar.
As my mind was being flooded with thoughts like “shit! It’s raccoons!! I’m gonna get bitten and get rabies!!”, I defaulted to my raccoon-rabies prevention method - I jumped into the street and waited in front of my house with an army of neighborhood cars between me and them.
“Where are you!? Why are there raccoons?” My friend was puzzled as she seemed to be under the impression I was already inside my apartment. “I’m standing on the street in front of my house. They went into the neighbors’ yard but I can’t see anything”.
As my suspicions and nerves stayed high, I heard a shuffle and lo-and-behold a fourth raccoon came out.
Eventually I was able to sneak up to my stairs and hustle to my door. I made it, face intact and without being bitten.
Last time I had a trio of raccoons within feet of me, I was walking Drake with some friends who bought some pizza for WTFW. We didn’t judge that all three of us fled - me with Drake in arms, they with the pizzas. It’s the best course of action in my book as these Berkeley raccoons seem nastier than the ones I’ve dealt with while camping.
/melodramatic wildlife on my street stories