Last night, we were sitting on the couch watching football. You know, just chilling. All of a sudden, we heard a loud noise, turned around and there sitting on our air conditioner (outside the window) was this:

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WHAT THE FUDGE!

Our house turned into a scene from National Lampoon’s Vacation. I screamed and both boys screamed. Mr. 1969 a.k.a Big Country just calmly looked over and said, “It’s a racoon.” and went back to watching the game.

Who does that? *blank stare*

How the hell does a racoon fall out of the sky onto my air conditioner? *crickets*

What if that thing comes down the chimney or gets in the house? *heart palpitations*

Now I need a BB Gun…………….cause you know I can only deal with squirrels and flying rats New York City pigeons. I left the house early this morning to go run expecting him to jump out of the bushes and attack me. I saw Caddyshack and Harold and Kumar…I know those things are sneaky.

On a positive note, maybe we can capture him and teach him to attack the Wu Tangs? Hmmmm