Two young guys scurried along as I came around the corner. There was no doubt that I frightened them. The maple tree came in most handy as they tucked away behind the trunk at a best attempt to conceal themselves. Well, I could spot one, at least a tail. I poked my head as I moved in closer for our little game. I went to the left, they went to the right. I moved to the right and they went to the left. I pulled out my phone for a camera shot. One by one they pounced onto the bark and ascended to the height of the tree’s trunk, one looking down on me. “Is he still there?” was their question about me.
They were two little bandits; raccoons to be more precise. I was now beyond their reach and they knew it. They were safe.
Obviously they were out scavenging. The night is their best bet for a good find. I’m sure the small remnants from our temple building was a draw. We always have food remnants around, bagged up, of course. That is no problem for them. The hands and claws of a raccoon are ideal for a climb and also a poke and penetration through a bag of nice prasadam remains.
Perhaps they know they are getting the best in the way of vittles. Prasadam is sanctified food—blessed by the best.
It was time for me to get to the front door to attend the 4:30 am ceremony inside. I had to let my two friends, with their huge eyes and furry bodies, tend to their hunt.