I don't know if I was totally engrossed in writing my book or comatose..but I looked up and inches away from me was a raccoon eating my sandwich. I never heard him approach and he wasn't alone, he had brought his friends.

I screamed and we both froze and looked at each other. I walked away (actually I scurried, yes, I scurried).

After finishing my sandwich the raccoon and his buddies looked over at my papers. I can't be sure but I think they smiled. It was a smile of encouragement. As they turned and jumped down from the picnic table I think I might have heard one of them say to the other, "She's doing a good job, and the sandwich was tasty too."

I threw away the wrapping from my now devoured sandwich and gathered up my papers and books and relocated to an area I think was more raccoon free.

Just another day in a life that seems to contain one adventure and unusual experience after another. Sometimes it is fun to be me.