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I, as many of you , have a few personal stories that my friends and family have heard 1000 times. Well, I decided to share one of them with you, my journal reader:



I once lived in a very small Kansas farming town called Clay Center. Well, actually, I lived out in the boonies on the outskirts of this small town. My house was on a 1/4 acre lot with woods behind,and a milo field across the street. Thus, making it a perfect refuge from the cold outside, and the monsterous plowing machines, for all the little creatures who inhabbited them. Having mice, or even rats, in the house was unfortuniately not an uncommon event. I don't think I would have been able to handle seeing the attic of that house. I got used to dealing with the vermon. I set poison down and used traps sometimes, but more often then not I would just shoo them outside. One morning I was in the kitchen when I heard a rusteling sound comming from the back room. The back room of this house was an add-on utility/workshop that was made by connecting 3 walls, a roof and a moving the back door over the existing patio slab. Needless to say this was not the best insilated room in the house and probably a good entry point for the critters. So, after hearing the rustling sound in that room I figured I probably had a rat and went broom in hand to investigate. As I approched the room I could tell the sound was comming from over by the washer and dryer so, I hit the dryer with the broomstick to scare the rat. That is when the huge racoon leaped out from behind the washer. Of course I was not expecting to see such a large creature, so I let out a blood curdeling scream which seemed to aggrivate the racoon. He was squacking, and snarling, and hissing at me as his front legs were planted firmly in front of him and his whole back section was hopping from side to side. His tail was sticking straight up in the air, thank god he wasn't a skunk. He was huge! Well actually, he was probably only half as big as he appeared, he was all puffed up. Hair standing at attention. Once my brain registered that this was a poor frightened wittle wacoon, I tried to calm him down with sweet talk. "It's ok little guy...I'm not gonna hurt you..." says the hysterical woman with a broom "You gotta go outside...you can't be in AAHHHH!!" As he ran at me chattering and spitting, I tried to scoot him towards the back door. He was so fast and kept changing direction on me that it was all I could do to keep him from running into the main part of the house. That would not be good. I knew that if I called animal control he would be killed. Thats how they deal with vermon there. I didn't want that, but he couldn't stay here either. After about an hour of chasing, being chased, begging, and cursing I finally got him out the back door. He was gone into the woods in a matter of seconds. I never saw him, or any other racoons around the house again after that, but we both have an interesting tale to tell about the morning he came for a visit.

I am on a new diet, it is the world of warcraft diet. All you have to do is play this game, and you will forget to eat. And time goes by so fast that you won't even miss eating. Then the next thing you know...poof...you are skinny.