In the ongoing saga of becoming people who compost, Constance continues to be winning the battle. She has gotten into the bin 2 more times. She has tried others, but some of the crazy things the Lady and Man are doing are slowing her down. She is still trying and we are confident her numbers will continue to climb.
Last Thursday, we all set off for our morning walk. Lee was unusually terrified (she is usually only terrified at night due to the fireworks) and would not go. Lady took her back to the house (the Man coaxed her to do her business) and she and Phod continued on their walk.
When Lady and Phod got back, Phod started rolling in the grass on something. In hindsight, Lady had spotted this spot on the way out, but it hadn't registered in her not awake brain. When she looked at what Phod was rolling in, she realized it was something dead . . . She calmly got Phod off it and went to the house. She called the Man. She said she needed him to come here, he said why, she said because there was a dead animal in the yard.
She was very helpful while Man got the shovel and rake and picked up and threw the dead racoon into the bush. She did not scream. She took pictures.
We know this is not our Constance, because 2 nights later, Constance struck the composter again (for her 4th time). Or maybe it was Constance's ghost!
Looking back, Lady wonders if Lee was so scared to go out because she could smell whatever left the racoon in the yard. We may never know. Lady really needs to get a trail cam!
