Ahhhh Spring. The blooming flowers, the budding trees, the screams of raccoons getting lucky…
Not many sounds in nature are as painful to listen to (or experience, I’m sure) as the noise of raccoons mating. <Those who’ve lived in the country all nod their heads.> for those of you who haven’t, allow me to explain.
Raccoons SCREAM. They don’t make soft, soothing sounds like frogs do when they mate. They don’t chirrup like squirrels, or make a guttural purr like cats. They make an ungodly shriek that sounds like both of them are being filleted alive. It sends chills up your spine even if you KNOW what it is.
Raccoons are mean little beasties. They are not cute, nor are they cuddly, as their big pouffy tails would lead you to believe.
Have you ever watched Animal Planet and heard a jaguar scream? Pfffft! ‘Tis a kitty purring compared to the sound of horny raccoons!
Last night we had some getting busy on our front lawn. How delightful. Nothing says FUN like the sound of horrific screaming coming from pitch blackness just outside the window when hubby’s out of town.
I knew it was only mating coons…but I slept with one eye open just in case.