Critters

My dad has never been one to call pest control when needed.  He was always more focused on playing with the little creatures than letting pest control get rid of them.  When I was a kid I hated staying in bed.  I remember one night wandering downstairs to find my dad crouched next to the fireplace, looking up the chimney.  Thoroughly confused I walked in and started to ask what I was doing.  My dad held a finger to his mouth and motioned for me to come look.  He took a piece of bread and held it up in the chimney.  I saw a set of little claws reach down and take piece of bread.  I looked up right into the eyes of a huge raccoon.  My mom was just shaking her head and telling my dad that he should be calling a pest control instead of feeding them.  But pest control was the last thing on my dad's mind.  The little creatures always fascinated him.  He took me under the house the next day to show me a nest full of baby raccoons that he had found.  At the time I did not realize what a horrible idea that was.  The mean mommy raccoon was probably nearby.  All in all I love my dad for his sweet heart, but sometimes he goes a little far.