A Day in the Life of: Mrs. W___

A lady I know told this story from her life. It just goes to show you that you never know what kind of excitement you can have when all you're doing is growing a nice little garden.

Mrs. W__ lives on tiny piece of property which is completely covered in a tiny, but variegated and fruitful garden. Life was good. The garden was growing well. And, she didn't have rabbits. (Ah, woe is me, those rabbits are the terror of my garden).

Yes, everything was just dandy! (Isn't that always the way it is before something happened to change it)? Because, of course, it is inevitable that one's days are never always filled with peace and tranquility. The scene of the beautiful, quiet, garden, was destroyed in "a moment, in the twinkling of an eye."

One morning, Mrs. W__ discovered signs of cats in her garden. While, as far as I know, cats do not actually eat the produce from a garden, they do not pick through it daintily and walk on the designated paths. As you know, cats have always been known as independent little animals. Instead of walking on the paths, they caused problems in the form of trampled plants. Furthermore, cats use gardens as litterboxes. Cat litter is highly toxic and completely ruins the soil of the garden. For an avid gardener, this is not permissible.

Mrs. W__ decided to trap them; and one morning, she caught one. I do feel sorry for the owner. It was only at great expense that the owner was able to redeem her property.

Mrs. W__ continued to leave her trap out and baited each night. However, she didn't bargain for what she got. She was disturbed from her sleep early one morning by an obnoxious racket proceeding from her front porch. Naturally, she went to see what it was. She was confronted by a caged raccoon snarling viciously. The sheets with which the cage had been draped to make it inviting were torn to shreds.

She called several places to find out what to do, including the police. Her next door neighbor was matter-of-fact. "You have to open the cage and let it go!" The policeman however, upon arriving, agreed with Mrs. W__. "No one is going near the cage without a ten-foot pole."

Finally, Mrs. W__ got a hold of the same organization which had taken care of the caged cat. They had a wildlife department and took the raccoon away. The next-door neighbor however had "looked it up online." "You can't do that!" he said. "It's illegal to transport a wild animal!" Thankfully, the policeman was able to reassure him.

The raccoon was a mother with babies however. The authorities decided that she needed to go back to them. The raccoon was released near Mrs. W__'s property later that day. The authorities insisted that the raccoon had learned her lesson and would not be back. I think she has her doubts.

Mrs. W__ laughed the entire time she was telling me this story. Obviously, she found the story amusing once it was over. While a hectic morning and afternoon can change the day into one that isn't so fun as you might have been hoping for, it is good to take upon yourself the view that Mrs. W__did: Seeing the humor in an unpleasant situation is a attitude we can all learn from. With God, a good attitude is what counts.

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