Unwelcome visitor

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As I walk into the dining room I see a drop of water come from the ceiling. I furrow my brow and look up. This is in the middle of the house and the attic above should keep any leaks from coming through here. As I look closer at the drops falling and the puddle on the floor I am still a little confused.

“Honey, can you come in here please? I think we have a leak but I don’t think it’s water.”

“What else could it be? Are you sure?”

In walks my husband looking at me like I have lost my mind. He then studies the area of the ceiling that is still dripping. “Shit! You are right that is not water.”

About that same time I hear something moving around above us in the attic. “What the hell is that?”

He sighs as he pulls out his phone, dials and begins talking when his call is answered. “Hey, I have a raccoon in my attic can you come over and ¬†help?”

I gasp and look at the ceiling. I’m not sure why I look, it’s not like I can see our unwelcome house guest through the ceiling.

He ends his call and dials another number. “Just wanted to give you a heads up. I have a raccoon in my attic and we are going to have to use the .22 to get it. I don’t think that it will be loud enough for the neighbors to hear, but just in case someone calls, you will know what is going on.”

I raise my brow. “Did you just call one of the police officers to let them know you are going to be shooting a raccoon in our attic?”

“Yep. Unless you have a different idea to get him out of there.”

He goes into the laundry room and lowers the stairs to the attic as I watch. He gets to the top and starts making his way across the attic.

Our friend comes in a few minutes later with a huge smile on his face. I laugh. “You are way too happy to be shooting something.”

“It has been a long time since I have been able to shoot anything. This is going to be fun!”

I roll my eyes and watch him go up the stairs.

I can hear them moving around up there. I start to laugh as I realize that they are chasing the raccoon back and forth across the attic. As soon as they would get close he would duck behind something and get away.

After a couple of hours of them cussing as they are being outsmarted by a raccoon the guys are pretty frustrated. They finally got him to the back of the house (where he had torn the siding off the house to get in) and were close enough to get him.

The raccoon had gone out the old window onto the overhang of the back deck still between the roof and the ceiling. Our friend was standing on the attic stairs with just the top half of him in the attic. My husband was herding the raccoon closer. The raccoon stuck his head up and I hear a pop and then our friend starts to make his way down the stairs as the raccoon falls onto the deck.

I look around confused. “I thought you were going to shoot him not use a pellet gun.”

They both started laughing. “We did. That was the .22 not a pellet gun. It is just really quiet.”


About Miranda Shanklin

I live in Central Illinois with my husband and our two children. I write new adult paranormal romance when I am not running my children to practices or cheering for them at events. I work a day job as a paralegal and am the assistant coach for my daughter's competition dance team.

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