Okay, here's one of those stories that you'll all think we made up. You'll think we were sitting around the campfire this week, consuming some adult cocktails, trying to come up with a story to blog about or put on Facebook. PLUS...since we do not have a video of this story or even one doggone picture (son of a gun!!) there will be no way for us to prove that we're telling you the truth, the whole truth and nuthin' but the truth. But we are. We swear!!
It was 2:00 am on Thursday morning. There were 6 of us asleep in the Jayco. Not sure how many of you camp, but when it's dark out....it's DARK out. Pitch black dark out in them sticks. Then, we heard it. The rustling of the garbage bag that you either left outside the camper or the one filled with empty.....Gatorade bottles. :) If you're a camper, you know what you're listening to. It's short, it's furry, it has a striped tail and dark circles around its eyes. Yeah....it's a raccoon. And it is bound and determined, come hell or high water, to get whatever it has come looking for. The first night the little...jerks....stuck their heads in a soft cooler and proceeded to bite the heck out of the nectarines and mushrooms. So much for the shishkabobs. Anyways, we're going off track. Back to 2:00 on Thursday morning. The rustling started and we banged on the side of the camper to scare them away. It worked...temporarily. They came back, 4 times. We scared them away, 4 times. On time number 5 when they returned, there was no stopping them. The noise they were making was like nothing we'd heard thus far. It was a bunch of banging and scratching and then all hell broke loose and the fight started! Have you ever heard cats fight?? Okay...imagine that but about 10 times worse and a million times scarier. It sounded like a circus gone mad out there. One of us got up and actually opened the door and yeah, even went out there to see what the noise was all about. Safe in my bed, under my fluffy butterfly blanket I mustered the courage to ask, "Well, what do they have?" When he got to the little patch of woods about 20 feel from the camper, he let out a very loud, "OH MY GOD" followed by.....wait for it......are you ready.......remember it's the truth......"It's THE S'MORE STORE!!!!!!!" Now, we didn't know whether to laugh, tell him he was full of baloney or run out there and get a darn picture!! Seriously, can you imagine that shot?? Two wild and probably bruised and bloodied raccoons fighting over a S'MORE STORE??? We knew we left The S'more Store on the picnic table that night so we figure they had to first knock it off the table, then drag it across the semi-high and wet grass, then across the muddy driveway, then into the woods past the pile of campfire wood we had stacked up. Seriously, how long did they plan this escapade out? Were they like Wile E. Coyote drawing up the blueprints and ordering the ACME product that gets delivered to him in the desert? Would the picture help right now? Would you believe this story IF ONLY we could post that picture right now for all of you to see?? Why oh why didn't we set up The S'more Cam before we went to bed? Why didn't we anticipate two wild animals fighting over our new and exciting product?? Yes, we should have been more prepared, you're absolutely right. We blew it and we knew it the SECOND we heard the words, "It's THE S'MORE STORE!!!" Forgive us our short comings. Please. We could use a break this week. Oh and BY THE WAY....the answer is no. They DID NOT get it open. Another selling point....The S'more Store is raccoon proof!! WHO KNEW???
It was 2:00 am on Thursday morning. There were 6 of us asleep in the Jayco. Not sure how many of you camp, but when it's dark out....it's DARK out. Pitch black dark out in them sticks. Then, we heard it. The rustling of the garbage bag that you either left outside the camper or the one filled with empty.....Gatorade bottles. :) If you're a camper, you know what you're listening to. It's short, it's furry, it has a striped tail and dark circles around its eyes. Yeah....it's a raccoon. And it is bound and determined, come hell or high water, to get whatever it has come looking for. The first night the little...jerks....stuck their heads in a soft cooler and proceeded to bite the heck out of the nectarines and mushrooms. So much for the shishkabobs. Anyways, we're going off track. Back to 2:00 on Thursday morning. The rustling started and we banged on the side of the camper to scare them away. It worked...temporarily. They came back, 4 times. We scared them away, 4 times. On time number 5 when they returned, there was no stopping them. The noise they were making was like nothing we'd heard thus far. It was a bunch of banging and scratching and then all hell broke loose and the fight started! Have you ever heard cats fight?? Okay...imagine that but about 10 times worse and a million times scarier. It sounded like a circus gone mad out there. One of us got up and actually opened the door and yeah, even went out there to see what the noise was all about. Safe in my bed, under my fluffy butterfly blanket I mustered the courage to ask, "Well, what do they have?" When he got to the little patch of woods about 20 feel from the camper, he let out a very loud, "OH MY GOD" followed by.....wait for it......are you ready.......remember it's the truth......"It's THE S'MORE STORE!!!!!!!" Now, we didn't know whether to laugh, tell him he was full of baloney or run out there and get a darn picture!! Seriously, can you imagine that shot?? Two wild and probably bruised and bloodied raccoons fighting over a S'MORE STORE??? We knew we left The S'more Store on the picnic table that night so we figure they had to first knock it off the table, then drag it across the semi-high and wet grass, then across the muddy driveway, then into the woods past the pile of campfire wood we had stacked up. Seriously, how long did they plan this escapade out? Were they like Wile E. Coyote drawing up the blueprints and ordering the ACME product that gets delivered to him in the desert? Would the picture help right now? Would you believe this story IF ONLY we could post that picture right now for all of you to see?? Why oh why didn't we set up The S'more Cam before we went to bed? Why didn't we anticipate two wild animals fighting over our new and exciting product?? Yes, we should have been more prepared, you're absolutely right. We blew it and we knew it the SECOND we heard the words, "It's THE S'MORE STORE!!!" Forgive us our short comings. Please. We could use a break this week. Oh and BY THE WAY....the answer is no. They DID NOT get it open. Another selling point....The S'more Store is raccoon proof!! WHO KNEW???
