Tuesday November 3, 2009
Coony came to the house almost every night for food, and since returning he had become so fat that proportionately he was a basketball with limbs. He was so fat that he had to sit or lay down every few minutes to rest. When he first came home he'd still been able to squeeze through the railings of the deck, and now he could barely haul himself up to the top of the fence. Despite his mass obesity, he still tried to climb onto your shoulder.
Thursday December 3, 2009
The raccoon by now weighed at least 40 lbs, and was twice the size of the Jack Russell Casey. He loved to "rassle", but if you chittered to him he'd let you pet him. He rarely came to the house anymore. As we wrestled today he tumbled into the grain bin and without even pausing to get into a more comfortable position, immediately he began scooping fistfuls of grain into his mouth.
Thursday February 4, 2010
Coony had grown twice as long as my shoulders, but still would ride around on them.
Monday February 15, 2010
Today I dragged Coony down from the rafters and was trying to hold him but he had other ideas. He was scrabbling and desperate to get away and his claw caught me on my cheek, right below my eye. It wasn't intentional-he wasn't even facing me when he did it-it was more just my face was in the wrong place as he struggled. Dad was in the barn doing chores as it happened but I was too embarrassed to tell him so I just went back to the house and he didn't notice. I went in and drowned the cut in Dettol and hydrogen peroxide-I did not want an infection that close to my eye. The cut was red, shiny and it burned like a b***h.
Wednesday February 17, 2010
The cut should have, logically, just been a scratch, but instead it festered into a burn-looking wound that covered almost the entire side of my face. It didn't hurt by this point, and I barely noticed until people I passed gave me weird looks and asked about it. One of the teachers was concerned that my parents were like, beating me or something :P Odd enough as it is, it took my parents a few days for them to figure it out. My mom doesn't come home till late and didn't see me for a few days, and dad either doesn't look at me that closely or never commented on it until mom freaked out.