Once upon a time it was a week and a half ago, and I was 445 miles north of here. I was walking back to my aunt and uncle's place in Davis late Saturday night.
Suddenly I stopped and stood there. Walking the opposite direction through the front yards on the same side of the street as me was a large raccoon. He stopped and stood there.
On his hind legs. Like a standing bear (did you know raccoons are most closely related to bears?). We stood there stairing at eachother for a minute. Then I backpaced a few steps so there was a tree between he and I. After a moment I peeked around it and watched him scamper off between two houses.
Then a cat trotted over from across the front of one of the houses and also watched the raccoon disappear off to the back. After the raccoon disappeared the cat turned and looked at me, as if to say "wtf was that about?" I shrugged and continued on my way.
Tonight I fly out to Atlanta, Georgia (god forbid I go a full week without travelling far and wide ;D ). Will be back on Sunday.
Picture of the Day
An airliner lifts off from the sea of fog around Sacramento Airport (just north of Davis)