the Random Animal Factor strikes again
April 14, 2008
Last night while at work, I was totally in my “zone”…which is a place inside my head far away in the land of fluffy pink unicorns and green sequin-bedecked leprechauns where I go to think while performing my regular job function and somehow simultaneously leading my supervisors to (foolishly) believe that I am an awesome little worker bee and I actually give a hot damn.
Anyhow, so I was in my “zone,” right?
I reached out to pick up a large heavy box from a stack of similar large heavy boxes and—behold!—Big Fat Raccoon!
I squealed like a little girl.
The raccoon gave me big googly eyes, made a clucking/purring/chirping noise and skittered away like I had lit its tail on fire or something.
Nothing makes one feel quite as uncharismatic as unwittingly frightening cute forest animals.
Of course, I wasn’t too impressed, either…
