A Coon’s Tale the Second – W/O Happy Ending

IMG_8714Back at the start of NaBlo I spoke  of a coon tale with a happy ending. I also foretold of a second story minus such an ending. Today I give you that story.

I was young, probably 6 or 7 when this happened.

Back in New York we had a place we called “The Farm”.  It was my dad’s hunting lodge,  acres of trees and a small plot of land with a two story run-down old farm house.

Often my dad and uncle would take us kids out and we’d climb trees, play in the woods, ignore the scurrying of mice when we slept in the attic.

My dad and uncle would make repairs as they went. The stairs one year, the roof another. We had a fancy outhouse (not designed for girls, modifications were necessary for me).  No electricity, a wood stove. We played outdoors 95% of the time we were there.  There was a beehive in the walls that buzzed, and everything was old and drafty and I loved every visit.

The year the roof was redone my dad was up working hard peeling off tiles and taking off rotting decking.

He peeled back a panel of decking and happened upon a coon’s nest.  A momma and her five babies.

Keeping in mind at this time Rabid Racoons were a major issue at the time – and the momma was PISSED, my dad did what was necessary to defend himself.

He grabbed the nearest weapon, his hammer, and took care of momma.  He would have moved the babies, but they were way too young to fend for themselves, and so he also took care of them.

For years we tormented my poor dad with this tale of bopping the baby coons on the head…

But it was necessary (unlike in the earlier story I told).

A sad tale, true…but also a fitting descriptor of survival of the fittest.

Because if dad hadn’t taken action…that momma coon sure would have.

Ice Age Giants at the Indiana State Museum

mammothDid you know that Mammoths and Mastodons probably walked the very ground you’re walking on?  That it’s possible when you’re walking through a park or driving past a field of corn, underneath those layers of soil could be the bones of Ice Age giants?

I had NO idea of this myself – or I was just blissfully ignorant of the fact.

Either way, I was totally privileged to get a sneak peek of a new IMAX movie and the ensuing exhibit at the Indiana State Museum yesterday.

The IMAX movie is in 3D and let me just tell you – the last 3D movie I went to was the Muppets show at Disney World in 1994…and holy shnikies, 3D today is NOT your Momma’s 3D!  The imagery and cinematography was amazing. The CGI – incredible!  I was in awe and wonder throughout the whole movie, even though I think Erik got a little vertigo at the sweeping landscape shots, he was impressed too.

Then we were able to step into the exhibit itself which is both big in scope and detail, and easily geared toward kids – including a dig site and a bone they can touch!!

Throughout the exhibit you get to see how Mammoth and Mastodon skulls could well have been the inspiration behind the Cyclops of legend and myth, how the animals had growth plates just like humans and animals today, and see teeth as big as your head.

I mean, how awesome is that?  I could have spent hours in there, and I know my kids will spend hours in there this weekend.

At the very end you get to see two full size skeletons and just awe over how there were tons of flesh and fur over them.

It’s an exhibit totally worth seeing (even if it did replace the Star Wars exhibit ~pout~)…and I can’t wait to let my girls “dig” in!

This exhibit opens to the public on Saturday, November 16th at 11AM.  Get more information at the Indiana State Museum’s website!

Now…onto what I know you’re waiting for – the pictures!!..

The Mammoth’s greatest threat – Man:
Mammoth's Greatest Enemy

 

Porous bones look like ancient caverns:
Porous Bones look like caves

 

The Inspiration for Cyclops”
Inspiration for Cyclops?

 

Growth plates:
Immature Bones

 

TEETH:
Teeth

 

I loved this one. You set your hands down, and not just hear the sound, but FEEL the vibrations:Play Time

 

Tiny Bones:
Tiny bones

 

Dig:
Dig Site

The First Tale of the Raccoon – The Happy Ending

IMG_8714I have two tales of raccoons…one with a happy ending, the other…well…I figured for the first day of NaBloPoMo I’d be nice and not ruin the month too early.

This first story happened not too long ago, right here at this house with that big fat sucker in the picture over there. <<—

That is my driveway that Mama Coon was perched on, right over the gulley and the pipe that runs under my driveway where she lived with her babies.

Where she would come out regularly and pull any tiny scrap of food out of one of our trash cans that we lost the lid to.  Even if it meant strewing crap across three yards to do it.

To make matters better, her and her little brats started to chew and rip at our shingles as the weather turned colder. They wanted IN.

They would destroy our roof to do it.

So we, naïvely perhaps, called animal control.

After all, they were being destructive to property now, not just purely a nuisance.

The best advice he could give us was this…(it’s been a while, the words might not be exact):

“You have a big trash can? Good. Set a trap and catch the raccoon.  Fill a good tall trash can with water and drop the trap in. They drown real fast, don’t worry. Once she’s dead, wrap her up in a big trash bag and throw her away. Get all three of them, or they’ll never leave.”

Erik and I stared at each other slack-jawed for a while. We thought about Denver, quite young at the time, and what he would think if he caught wind of what happened. Plus, really?  That’s flat out cold murder. It’s not hunting (which I’m fine with) or euthanization of a sick pet (which hurts but is sometimes necessary).  It’s flat out murder.

Not cool, dude.

In the end we opted for trap & release.  We’re fortunate enough to live on the border between suburbia and rural.  We borrowed three traps, got all three of those buggers caught and took them miles away and released them.

In some cases, the less humane option is vitally necessary (as the other coon story will show)…but not every single time.

~shudder~  Could you kill a coon for no reason when the trap and release option was just as easy?

There’s This Thing Called NaBloPoMo

NaBloPoMo November 2013Considering my brain-dead-ness since Denver went into the hospital, I got a part time job, and life in general just blew up with activity…

I knew it was time for drastic measures.

Since BlogHer took over NaBlo it’s a monthly challenge, but I like the old challenge days when it was just November.

Still, I’m doing it. I always find it sparks me back to life and at the very least I have prompts when my own ideas are just not coming thanks to work, or kids, or husband, or home, or writing, or any other source of disruption in my life.

So tomorrow it begins.

I’m diving in again.

It’s been a long year, but NaBloPoMo, here I come again.