Aww. So sweet.
This morning, as I was checking my Facebook and getting ready for work, Finn started barking at the recessed light in the center of the ceiling here in our cozy little TV nook. Jimi circled it with a string of LEDs last night - at first I thought the dog was voicing his displeasure at the new design. Then I heard. The raccoon is back. And fucking huge, from the sound of him. I could hear him walking on the other side of my ceiling. 20 years of scary movies flashed through my head as I slapped my flat palm against the drywall - I knew that bastard was going to come through the ceiling and eat my face any minute. He didn't though.
This afternoon, when I got home from work, I decided Finn needed a walk. I needed a walk too. So we went for a walk. It was uneventful, until we got home and I noticed Finn was spending a lot of time sniffing a smell over on the side of the house.
The raccoon killed one of the bunnies. And left it at the base of my chimney before retiring to my attic for the evening.
Fuck. Jimi just told me raccoons don't kill rabbits. That raccoons are scavengers. I know this. Fuck. So there's something else killing rabbits in my neighborhood and the raccoon is bringing his dinner home and eating part of it and then going to sleep?
I don't care what Jimi says, these incidences are related in my head, therefore they must be related in reality. Right?
Or tell me what you think? Lover's triangle between the rabbits gone awry?