I froze when a pair of glowing eyes stared at me from under the bed. Murphy, my usually calm dog, let out a low growl. The eyes blinked—an animal, not a person.
With my phone flashlight, I spotted it: a scruffy raccoon, just as startled as I was. I eased the bedroom door open, keeping my voice calm so it wouldn’t panic. After a tense standoff, it crept toward the light, scurried past us, and bolted out the back door.
Murphy wagged his tail, mission accomplished. I locked up, made coffee, and laughed at the absurd start to my day—just me, my loyal guard dog, and one very confused raccoon.
