Thursday, May 28, 2009

A New Entry For My Dictionary

Words are a delight. Mostly. There are some, however, which I think need altered or additional definitions and/or spellings. One such word is the following:

ra·con·teur: a person who excels in telling anecdotes
Pronunciation: \ˌra-ˌkän-ˈtər, \
Function: noun
Etymology: French, from Middle French, from raconter to tell, from Old French, from re- + aconter, acompter to tell, count —
Date: 1828

This seems like an innocent enough word, and it certainly fits many of you blogging friends. In fact, I may start adding it to my comments!

But after today, I've got a new form of the word and it describes my man, the Hero of the Day.

He is a raccoonteur.

Because we can breathe easily once again, now that he successfully located and removed a dead baby raccoon from our attic.

And its THREE siblings.

Apparently mama decided the attic was too hot once she gave birth, and she abandoned them.

You may only use the phrase poor things in your comment if you are referring to us -- the humans who live in this house -- not the critters! Raccoons are only cute in cartoons. (And even then, only if you've never dealt with them in your attic or yard.) I've seen raccoons as big as large dogs and they are a major pain.

And. They. STINK REEK!

I'm keeping that man of mine. But I am not getting him this for Father's Day, with or without eyes.

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11 comments:

Robin @ Be Still and Know said...

eeeuuuuuu!!!!!!!

God bless all the hubby's out there who take on all those unpleasant task that pop up! I know mine has had a few similar circumstance that he had to hold his nose and take care of!

Blessings
Robin

Beverlydru said...

What a clever way to sneak a gross story by us. You had me with ra·con·teur. I love to use new words like this but usually pronounce them wrong and get odd looks. I've been using howjsay.com but he's got a Bristish accent. Cracks me up.

Suzanne said...

Oh...poor Linda! I love animals but not when they cross certain boundaries. Like...expiring in an attic. I'll never see that word again without thinking of you! ~Suzanne

Liz said...

Sounds just like my friends. They had a a raccoon get up into their attic that had babies. I think they're all dead and possibly the mom is in the wall by the garage. It was a week long episode. I'm sure my friend could feel your pain. For awhile, she didn't even want to stay at her home because it felt like it had been taken over by the coon.

Xandra@Heart-of-Service said...

Maybe if you bought him the hat, it would be a deterrent to the raccoons considering taking up residence in your house!

Thank goodness for husbands who handle attic/rodent/pest duty!

Xandra

Natalie said...

I love the outdoors. I love the indoors. I do NOT like the outdoors indoors. Eeek!

sara said...

hey, you don't need to buy him one...you apparently can make your own!!! :)

Rachel said...

Love your blog. Just to be clear. When I said I had had raccoon fajitas, I didn't say I cooked them! I'm a pastor's daughter and sometimes you just had to eat what was put in front of you.

2nd Cup of Coffee said...

Poor things. I'll leave that for you to ponder.

And i think you secretly LIKE the raccoon skin cap and wish he'd take one on your next weekend getaway. Huge case of "Methinks the lady doth protest too much."

Kim said...

What an adventure, Linda! Raccoons really can be quite mean. Sounds like your man earned his hero status this time! Glad you are rid of the critters!

And I can imagine the smell was HORRID!!

pragmaticcompendium said...

I had missed this post. Ewwwwww. that is gross. I'm so glad that the "man" job description clearly lists "extracting dead animals from in and around the house."

Ewwww.

I do know of one raccoon I like. R.J. in Over the Hedge. LOVE that movie!