My doorbell didn’t ring. But I knew someone was at my door because of all the commotion. It was late at night and I wasn’t expecting anyone, so naturally I became a little concerned. I went into my garage and found a flashlight.
I braced myself, and pulled open the door! What a surprise!
Of course, the little things were so cute and innocent, I invited them in. Obviously they were starving! Some looked tired, emaciated and possibly covered with flees, so I immediately called my vet. She said since the little things were not dieing, there was no emergency, so a house call was out of the question. I could bring them into the clinic in the morning….
As the anxious and agitated group started pilfering through my home, my wife came out of the bedroom to be frightened out of her wits!
“It’s OK honey! Just some hungry youngsters who are looking for some food and a place to stay! Can you rustle up some food?”
She ran back into the bedroom. I think she might have called the Police….I was too busy to find out why she thought we needed help. These guys were fully capable of finding stuff to eat. Within minutes they had everything in my pantry spread out on the floor and were tearing into boxes and bags, tossing cans around and licking up syrup and sugar they spilled. A little inconvenience maybe, but how can you blame ‘em, they probably hadn’t had much to eat since there were so many of them.
I felt good about things for a while, but soon I realized they were overwhelming my home. They were everywhere, so I started pleading with them to leave. As I wondered through the house, shooing them out of the closets, away from the bedroom my wife was cowering in, I failed to notice a family of Possums had quietly filed into my front room.
Maybe my neighbors could help! I was starting to get frightened so I decided to go next door to plea for help. As I reached the end of my driveway, I stopped cold in my tracks!
I was being surrounded by a pack of Coyotes….