Inservice was tolerable, herring.
I climbed up into the hay loft, at Talli's barn yesterday to drop a hay bale.
When I picked up the hay bale, something jumped out.
I thought it was a cat.
It was a raccoon.
I did not attempt to pet it.
It gave me a perturbed look, and walked away.
While I enjoy the raccoons who hang out with the parking lot cats, I don't want them living in the barn with the horses, and horse feed.
I have never seen a raccoon at Biggie's barn.
Talli is definitely herd bound. He will get used to me bringing him in. Eventually.
He sniffed my legs today, and nipped my knee.
He is funny. He and Biggie are complete opposites.
Biggie is just like me, and Talli is so laid-back and chill.
I remember in microbiology, our instructor telling us, that if a rabid dog is chasing you, let it bite you in the butt.
Something about fewer nerve endings in your butt. Don't let it bite you hand.
I drank hot chocolate tonight. Probably shouldn't have done that. I am wide awake.
