CHAPTER ELEVEN
If you've never been attacked by a wild raccoon, I don't recommend it. Cross it off your to-do list and find some other animal to get mauled by.
As the big guy charged me, I felt a little sorry for him. After all, I'd come into his home and invaded his territory.
I sidestepped him like a matador dodging a bull, just in time to miss a frenzy of claws.
The animal whipped around with amazing speed and lunged at me again.
I screamed and jumped back, putting distance between us.
I dropped the chalk. It clinked down the steps. So much for painting the guy’s face.
I fumbled for my phone. The flashlight was still on, a beacon of white against cloth. I whipped it out and shone it right into the raccoon’s eyes.
Remembering something I'd seen someone do in a nature documentary
