You can imagine our excitement, especially after being told that there is a strict no pet policy for the apartment. It is like our own little secret, we are such rebels...except we already told the landlord. Not only are they mean, but they are rabid and loud. But that is ok, it is just apart of having coons living in your wall/used-to-be fireplace.
I have also taken it upon myself to name them after our future dogs. For now we have Chewy (for Casey) and Keith (for me). We aren't exactly sure how many there are but if I had to guess I would say at least three? The other one goes unnamed because I am mad that it is there. It is like we are living in Where The Red Fern Grows but at the same time it really isn't at all. I just know they hunt coons in that book and the dogs die. It is horribly sad. Especially since they didn't hunt all the raccoon's in the world so now we have them in our apartment.
On a positive note, I have always loved the Pocahontas movie and she has a pet raccoon. His name is Meeko. It is like I really am Pocahontas. She changed her name to Rebecca you know? Coincidence maybe...
Anyway, for now we are just going to try and force them out with a lovely selection of tunes. Hopefully that will do it and more extreme measures will be avoided. Here is to hoping our upstairs neighbors love Linkin Park as much as Casey does!
Happy coon hunting everyone!