Ok, so the title isn't original. But I just noticed that ALL my posts here (Yep, all TWO of them) were titled the same way. Uuuuuh...

Anyway. I just came back from camping. And I have my own little racoon adventure to tell.

It started with a tired guy, that's me, who gets told by his hairy dad, that's my dad, that he should take the trashbag to the trashbin, the proper resting place.

The tired guy, minding his flashlight batteries (Low, low, low) and the fact it's pitch dark, with a lot of TAMIAS walking about (You know, the cross between a squirrel, a rat and a skunk), tell him to do it himself. So nothing get done, and everyone goes to bed.

Tired guy, not able to sleep for some odd reason, get plopped out of the I'm-about-to-fall-asleep state by rumbling around the table. So he call his dad, in the next tent over "Daaaad? is that you outside?"

"You mean, it,s not YOU?"

"Simon?"

*No Answer*

"Aw, crap." Said the tired guy. "We have a racoon on our hand."

"Get up and scare him off."

"Can't find my flashlight..."

well, I finally did find my flashlight. And I got up, and out of my sweet 35-bucks-at-Zeller's tent.

Perharps at this point I should mention that I am dressed only in my Hicky boxers. Hicky because they make me look like an Hillibilly, or someone from an hick town. They could have been cut from a logging or hunting jacket, it's the same pattern. And they're a size too large. And I have an army flashlight, just so I really look like a redneck.

I shine the light around. Scares the racoon into the wood, with our trashbag... Some of the trash left behind.

And my dad gets out too. Stark naked. With his yellow Not-Much-At-Wal-Mart flashlight. It works on AA batteries. Looooooser.

Anyway, back to our critter. He had gone off on a small trail, I could see his eyes shinning in my spotlight when I shun it by. He looked EVILL.And i was remembering someone's post about racoon, and feared he might have rabbid... So I tried to convince my dad to go get the bag back. He opposed that he wasn't wearing much. So I went back to my tent, grabbed my camera flash (It had came up in my hand when I was looking for the flashlight), zoomed it up to 85mm, slapped it on on Manual High, and flashed away.

Have you ever seen a racoon running away FAST?

Anyway, dad got dressed, smoked a cigarett, then we both took the bag to the bin, and went back to sleep. The racoon came back latter (He started sipping on something that was dripping from the table, either water or salad dressing) and wasn't scarred by the flash. So I just went back to bed... Took a picture, if it's good, I'll put it online when it's developped. Wich is when dad finishes his batch of 4x5 films. Wich is... In a while.

Eti "My name's not supposed to split here" enne