ATTACK OF THE RABID RACCOONS
Good news! For the first time in a month, I walked outside today and didn't think about being attacked by a rabid raccoon. The only reason I can't get this off my mind is because it is a true story, and as everyone knows, true stories are always scarier than the fake ones. Chances are that if "it" already happened to some poor soul, "it" will happen to you too.
Today I felt like sharing a personal horror story, i.e., a true and scary story that happened to me.
Around the same time that I heard the life altering rabid raccoon story (one month ago), Erik and I were spending the weekend out of town at his parents' house. One evening, late at night, Erik and I asked his Mom if she could listen for our sleeping children while we ran to the supermarket for diapers. Since it was so late, the house was dark and very quiet.
[Let me just interject here that my mother-in-law is a fantastic, very alert, and attentive grandmother who would never intentionally ignore or place my children in danger.]
We get the diapers and return home. As we pulled up to the house, the lights were still off, but the front door was wide open. Unbeknown to my mother-in-law, Luke was standing in his pajamas, on the end of the driveway, in the middle of the night. alone.
As soon as I saw Luke, I jumped out of the car while it was still moving, said, "What the heck?," picked him up, and went inside the house. It's horrific to think of what may have happened to him had we not arrived when we did... especially since my in-laws' house backs up to a very busy street.
So, if you remember anything from this post, let it be this:
a) Two year olds will sneak out of the house late at night. Lock your doors.
b) Rabid raccoons are everywhere. Take extreme caution when leaving your house.