Raccoons

[devilgrrl]

The birds in the trees outside our apartment have been all a-twitter today. They've also been all over the porch and generally driving me nuts today. I haven't been able to figure out why until about an hour ago. I was talking on the phone to my gramma when I saw something move in one of the trees. I thought, at first, it might have been a squirrel. It moved again. Nope, too big to be a squirrel... maybe one of our feral cats? I watched the as yet unknown creature further move down the tree. Suddenly, it hit me.

"Oh my god," I say to my grandmother. "I know why the birds have been so nuts today! There's a raccoon in the tree!"

Sure enough, it was a fairly small (around 10lbs.) raccoon-- probably one of the babies we saw when we first moved in here. It watched us for a little bit before fully getting out of the tree and waddling across the parking lot to go back into the park behind our complex. At least I have interesting things to watch outside.

As for the knee, I'm now 9 days post-op. Things are progressing, but really damned slowly. There's still a fair amount of swelling in and around the joint, it's still fairly painful, especially at night, and sweet jesus, does it fucking itch! I've been assured that this is all normal. It also looks like whoever wrote my post-op instructions wrote them for a straightforward knee scope, rather than what I had, which is essentially full on knee surgery, with fewer cuts. At least my foot's not swollen anymore.

Steven's bringing me home cheesecake. Yay for Steven!

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[devilgrrl.livejournal.com]

They're so cute, though. When we first moved in, there were three little babies that I ultimately went over, made raccoon noises at them, and then shooed them back into the woods. My mom and I also took care of one that had been hit by a car when I was younger. I used to feed her peanuts.