Oh what a day or should I say night these poor creatures had. I found them up a tree dead as a door nail. Okay, they weren’t actually dead, but I thought they were. They were just laying over the branches out cold. I threw little rocks, yelled, and tried to see if they would wake up. They didn’t. In a panic, because I needed to get to work, I called the game warden frightened that these creatures would rot up in the tree. It was really hot out.
Did I mention that this was July 5. No. Well it was, and the game warden assured me that the critters in my tree were probably just sound asleep. You see, the fourth of July while a wonderful holiday for us with lots of food and fireworks, is a terrible time for the creatures of the night. It scares the hell out of them.
Thus they were up in my tree, in broad daylight, sound asleep, because they probably couldn’t run any further in their exhaustion. The game warden assured me that they would eventually wake up and leave. Sure enough when I returned home to give my dog a potty break one of the coons was gone, and by the time I came home at midnight the other was gone as well.
So, the moral of this story is to think about who and what we are affecting when we are out having a ball.