Coon Bait It’s Not

So the Fella has become a no kiddin’, serious about it for real, coon trappin’ guy.

It started with the sightings.  And a neighbor saying that he saw one just amble out of our garage one afternoon when we’d left the door open.

Ahem.  Ummm, no.

Then the cat food for our outside feline friends started disappearing a little faster.  Some nights we’d hear our cats protesting something that was going on.

It was time.  So the Fella borrowed a trap from friends, and he’s been setting it out on the side of the house on a regular basis.

So far he’s caught four raccoons I think and one possum.

Ah, the joys of living next to the woods.  And yes, I realize we are the ones encroaching on their habitat, so it hurts my heart a little bit.

But only a little bit.

He’s good to them.  He takes them out and rehomes them near the river a few miles down the road.  They will be a lot better off and less likely to find their way into the roads.

So a few nights ago he came in to set his trap.  He uses my old Chobani yogurt dishes (the big ones) with the clear lids.  He’s perfected his technique but doesn’t always use the same bait.  Lately he’s been prone to using apples.  Which is fine.

Unless.

I saw him with my good paring knife and one of the apples a few nights ago.  At first it didn’t register with me what he was doing, but since he’s not the world’s greatest fan of fresh fruit, it finally hit me to ask him what he was up to.  Just as he was about to cut into the apple, he said, “I’m setting the trap.”

Y’all.

In his hands was one of my hard to come by, precious, lovely, and huge Honeycrisp apples.

The last of my Honeycrisps--it almost gave its life to be coon bait.  Nooooo!

The last of my Honeycrisps–it almost gave its life to be coon bait. Nooooo!

Just no.

Someone recently shared that Honeycrisps were the pumpkin spice lattes of fall for the non-coffee crowd.  That compelled me to go and try them out.  I was a little skeptical.  Really?  An apple that was worthy of such praise?

Oh yeah.

For sure.

And that man was gonna use one to try to trap a raccoon?  A critter that would just as easily eat one that was bruised and sitting all but forgotten in the bottom drawer of the Frigidaire?

And that’s what he was quickly given.

All I could think about since the “apple incident” was the old adage–“You can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear.”  No, and you sure shouldn’t be trying to make a sow’s ear (or raccoon bait) out of a silk purse either (or, you know, the BEST.  APPLE.  EVER.) .

I mean, for real.  The preparation and eating of those apples is akin to a sacred thing.  They are truly that good–good job, God!

As for the Fella, I’m keeping him stocked up with acceptable baits.  But I’m starting to worry.  We originally had just the three we knew about to catch.  Last night, when he caught number four, he saw two others scurry off when he came up to the trap.  He thinks they were trying to help bust their friend out.  I’m started to wonder if word is getting out amongst the critters that we are the place to come for a midnight snack–it’s a regular buffet what with the cat food and now the apples.  (And many nights they get the apple out without tripping the trigger, those crafty little boogers.)

Tonight I’m thankful for the Fella, for his getting the job done to make it safer for our cats again.  I’m thankful for his late night and oh-dark-thirty in the morning trips to rehome the little guys and gals.  I know not everyone would go to the extra effort.  And most of all, I’m thankful that there’s still one Honeycrisp apple left in the kitchen for my “bednight” snack with yogurt that I’m about to have when I leave y’all with it tonight.  Yeah, I love that guy, but when it comes to my good apples or the last helping of rice (that’s another story), I just don’t play.

Wishing you all the goodness of fall, in whatever ways that bring you joy.

Love to all.

 

A Kangaroo in the Family Tree

There’s a frost warning tonight.

Seriously.

I’m thinking we went from summer to winter all of a sudden, didn’t we?

I’ve been watching the weather forecast for the past two weeks waiting for the break in the weather.  And yesterday was the day it hit–

Hoodie weather!

Yesterday morning I looked at my hoodies hanging in my closet and I touched them almost reverently.  “It’s time,” I whispered with a bit of joy and awe.  Yes, I talk to my clothes.  That’s not strange, is it?  I found my favorite–a bulky and comfortable Georgia Tech hoodie given to me by my Gardener Friend.  It is perfect for cold days.  I put it back.  Not yet.  And I was right.  Yesterday morning was good hoodie weather, but by afternoon I had to take the one I had on off for a while.

But today.

This morning it was 43 degrees outside when I woke up.  I went and pulled out my favorite hoodie.  If I can’t stay in my pajamas all day, a hoodie and jeans is the next best thing.  I slipped it over my head and just yes.  Perfect.  And it was cold enough that I needed it all day long.  Just awesomeness.

I don’t know why I love hoodies so much.  I think there might have been a kangaroo somewhere back in a branch on the family tree because the pouch on the front of a hooded sweatshirt is my favorite feature.  I can stuff my keys, my phone, a bandana for noses and other necessities, and I’ve even stuffed my wallet in there a time or two.  Never mind it gives me something to do with my hands.  So yes, I’m the one pushing the grocery cart with my sweatshirt weighted down to my ankles because of all the stuff I’m toting in my front pocket.

But I’m hands free and I’m not losing any of it.

And they are the best when you are cleaning up.  Stray Legos, abandoned Army men, ponytail rings, Polly Pocket shoes, pens, and puzzle pieces fit in there nicely and are easily transported to their correct destination.  LOVE IT.

Perfect.  (I think the hoodie might just be the official superhero outfit of Justin Case.)

I do love fall.  I know I gave summer and Daylight Savings Time a hard time at the beginning.  But I got on track, and I definitely liked having daylight as I’m coming home from gymnastics or whatever activity we have going on.  But fall–everything pumpkin tinged and the colorful leaves and the beautiful sunsets, they all resonate within and feed my soul.   (Although my Bradford pear has yet to turn–“I hope nothing is wrong with it” says Anxiety Girl.  I know, me too.)  Last fall we took pictures in the midst of golden ginkgo leaves that had fallen.  I declare the ground looked like it was glowing with a golden light.   And with fall comes hoodies and scarves, although maybe not at the same time.  That’s a look I haven’t really tried yet.  I just love being warm and cozy and tucked away in my multi-purpose, kangaroo imitatin’ garb.

I am sure at the rate we’ve gone from shorts to hoodies and more, I will be moaning about my cold tootsies before too long.  I had to bring in the plants tonight for goodness’ sake.  They look a little forlorn sitting there just inside the door, but I will be moving them back out soon, as the high will return to 78 by Monday and 80 by the middle of the week.  Welcome to Georgia.

Until then I will celebrate our mini-fall/winter and wear a hoodie again tomorrow as we start off with the coolest morning so far.  I think I’ll fill my kangaroo pocket with all kinds of good things and our day with the things that good memories are made of.  Now if I could just get someone to invent hoodies (with the kangaroo pockets) for warm weather.  That would be awesome!

Tomorrow's hoodie.  This one The Fella brought me when he came back from his last deployment.  They had a layover in Maine, so he picked this up, because he knows I love Mooses and hoodies.

Tomorrow’s hoodie. This one The Fella brought me when he came back from his last deployment. They had a layover in Maine, so he picked this up, because he knows I love Mooses and hoodies.