Growl at it, snarl at it.
Scare it off; let it know who’s in charge.
That was what I felt I needed to do when I first saw the raccoon.
But what exactly was it doing inside anyway?
And where exactly was I?
It didn’t seem to matter which room I went into, the raccoon found it.
So I growled and snarled.
We faced each other, I wasn’t backing down.
I growled again, louder.
Loud enough that I could feel it.
Loud enough to wake myself up.
Darn you sleep bandit.