I was going to draw a picture of what happened to me last night. I can see the picture in my head...but...I just don't have it in me tonight.
So at about 11:30 I went out into my backyard to look at Jupiter and the moon. Kinda cool, but then I heard all this rustling. I was alone, and it was dark, so for a moment I was a little freaked out. Then I realized that my cherry tree--which I was standing under--was populated with raccoons. Three teenagers and a parent, I assume (I only saw the teenagers. Maybe the parent was poised to attack from behind and I didn't notice?). I don't mind the raccoons. I don't care for them leaving parts of dead stuff in the bird bath, and sometimes they use my roof as party central (and they are loud!), but mostly we leave each other alone. I just found it a little amusing that for a few moments there I had a raccoon tree. At least they left me some cherries.