My husband set poison traps for the raccoons that raided our backyard, but I couldnโt bring myself to agree. One night, they pulled something from the trash and I was curious. What I saw in the moonlight left me breathless and in tears.
โNo, Kyle, please donโt hurt the poor thing!โ The words tore from my throat as I watched my husband hurl a stone at a pregnant raccoon waddling across our backyard. The rock missed, thank God. And the animal scurried away, her movements clumsy with the weight of her unborn babies.
A raccoon climbing a tree | Source: Unsplash
Kyle turned to me, his jaw set and knuckles white around another rock. โTheyโre pests, Josie. The sooner you understand that, the better.โ
I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to stop shaking. After fifteen years of marriage, youโd think Iโd be used to his outbursts by now. But every time, it felt like a punch to the gut.
โTheyโre living creatures, Kyle. Theyโre just trying to survive.โ
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He scoffed, tossing the second rock between his hands. โYeah, well, they can survive somewhere else. Iโm sick of coming home to a war zone every day.โ
โItโs hardly a war zone. Itโs just some scattered trash.โ
His eyes narrowed. โDonโt start with me, Josie. Not today.โ
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The raccoon problem, as Kyle called it, had started last spring. Weโd wake up to find our trash cans knocked over and contents strewn across the lawn.
Once, they even climbed onto our deck and raided the leftover barbecue from my birthday party. I didnโt mind much. They were just hungry, after all.
But Kyle took it personally like the animals were deliberately trying to provoke him.
A raccoon near a trash can | Source: Midjourney
โIโm telling you, we need better locks for the cans,โ I suggested one morning as Kyle angrily watched me scoop up the scattered garbage. โMaybe some chicken wire around the garden too. My sister Jane says that worked for them.โ
โI donโt care what your sister says. What we need is to get rid of them. Permanently.โ
I remembered when we first met, how his spontaneity had seemed charming. Now, at forty, that impulsiveness had morphed into an iron-fisted need to control everything, including me.
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โKyle, please. Canโt we try the peaceful way first?โ
He jabbed a finger at me. โYou always do this, Josie. Always trying to make everything complicated when thereโs a simple solution right in front of us.โ
โSimple doesnโt always mean right.โ
He slammed the broom against the side of the house. โWhat was that?โ
I flinched. โNothing. Iโll look into better trash cans today.โ
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That weekend, I found Kyle in the garage, assembling something metallic.
โWhatโs that?โ I asked, though I already knew. Animal traps.
He didnโt look up. โInsurance. These smart traps will catch anything that comes near our trash.โ
โKyle, please. They could hurt them.โ
He slammed down his screwdriver. โThatโs the point! Iโm so sick of you defending these disease-carrying vermin. You act like theyโre some kind of pets.โ
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โTheyโre not pets, but they donโt deserve to suffer. Maybe if we justโโ
โMaybe if we just what, Josie? Let them take over? Build them a guest house while weโre at it? Iโve had it with your bleeding heart routine.โ
I felt tears welling up but forced them back. โWhy does everything have to be solved with violence? Theyโre just hungry animals, Kyle.โ
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He stood up, his face red. โYou want to know what I think? I think you care more about these pests than our home. Than me.โ
โThatโs not fair.โ
โIsnโt it? Every time I try to solve a problem, you fight me. The raccoons, the neighborโs dog that keeps barking all night, even that group of teens that hangs out by our fence.โ
โThose are all living beings, Kyle. Not problems to be โsolved.’โ
โThis is my house!โ he yelled, making me jump. โI work every day to pay for it, to keep it nice, and Iโm not going to let some animals destroy it while my stupid wife takes their side!โ
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When the raccoons started showing up again this spring, Kyle completely lost it.
That evening, I was folding laundry when he stormed in, waving a piece of paper and grinning like heโd won the lottery.
โYouโll never guess what I found at the hardware store. Industrial-grade pest control. Guaranteed to solve our little problem.โ
I took the paper. It was a receipt for animal traps and some kind of poison. My hands started trembling.
โKyle, you canโt be serious. That stuff could kill them!โ
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He snatched the receipt back. โThatโs the point, Josie. God, sometimes I think youโre being dense on purpose.โ
โBut what if neighborhood cats get into it? Or someoneโs dog? We could get in trouble.โ
Kyleโs face darkened. โIโve made up my mind. The raccoons are gone by the end of the week, one way or another.โ
I spent that night tossing and turning, my mind racing.ย When did the man I married become someone who could so casually talk about killing innocent creatures?
A woman lying down in bed | Source: Unsplash
I thought about calling Jane, but I already knew what sheโd say. Sheโd never liked Kyle and always said there was something off about him. Maybe I should have listened.
The breaking point came on a quiet Tuesday night two days later. I was reading in bed when I heard rustling outside. Peering through the window, I saw one of the trash cans had been knocked over again.
I slipped on my robe and grabbed a flashlight. As I approached the mess, something caught my eye. It was a black garbage bag, partially open, with something moving inside.
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My hands trembled as I reached for it. โOh no. No, no, noโฆโ
Inside were three tiny raccoon babies, barely old enough to open their eyes. They were squirming weakly.
โKyle!โ I screamed, cradling the bag close. โKyle, get out here right now!โ
He appeared on the porch, looking annoyed. โWhat are you yelling about? Itโs the middle of the night, you crazy woman!โ
โDid you do this?โ I held up the bag. โDid you throw away baby animals like they were garbage?โ
He shrugged. โTheyโre pests. Iโm handling it.โ
Three baby raccoons in a garbage bag | Source: Midjourney
โHandling it? Theyโll die!โ
โThatโs the point, Josie. Jesus, why are you so naive? Theyโre just raccoons!โ
โJust raccoons? Theyโre babies, Kyle! Living, breathing creatures that feel pain and fear. How would you feel if someone threw you away to die?โ
He laughed, a cold sound that made me shiver. โNow youโre comparing me to a raccoon? How dare you, Josie?โ
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โIโm comparing you to someone with empathy, and youโre coming up short.โ
Kyle stepped closer, his voice a chilling growl that made my blood run cold. โYou know what your problem is? Youโre soft. Always have been. The world isnโt some fairy tale where we all just get along. Sometimes you have to be tough.โ
โTough? Thereโs nothing tough about hurting something weaker than you. Thatโs just cruel.โ
I looked at him and wondered how Iโd never seen the cruelty that had always been there.
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The next morning, I called every wildlife rescue in the area until I found one that could help. A kind woman named Marla showed me how to feed the raccoon kits with a tiny bottle.
โYouโre doing great,โ she assured me, watching as I cradled the smallest one. โTheyโre lucky you found them when you did.โ
As I watched the kit suckle eagerly, tears rolled down my cheeks. โI just donโt understand how someone could be so cruel.โ
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Marla squeezed my shoulder. โSometimes the animals we save end up saving us too.โ
That evening, I found Kyleโs journal and a detailed plan for dealing with the โraccoon infestation.โ It included poison locations, trap placements, and even a schedule. The methodical cruelty of it made me sick.
When Jane arrived, she saw the journal in my hands.
โStill think Iโm overreacting?โ I asked, showing her the pages.
She shook her head. โJosie, this isnโt about raccoons anymore. Maybe it never was.โ
โI know,โ I whispered. โI think Iโve always known.โ
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The divorce papers were served a week later. Kyle didnโt seem surprised, just angry. As always.
โYouโre really throwing me out over some pests?โ he spat as he packed his things into boxes.
I stood my ground in the doorway of what was now my house alone. โNo, Kyle. Iโm ending this because of who youโve become. Who youโve always been, maybe, and I just didnโt want to see it.โ
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Days turned into weeks. The raccoon kits grew stronger.
The smallest one was shy and always hid behind his siblings. The middle one was curious about everything. And the biggest was protective, always watching out for the others.
Marla helped me release them back into the wild when they were ready. As we watched them toddle toward the treeline, I saw movement in the bushes. There, watching us, was their mother.
โLook,โ Marla whispered. โShe came back for them.โ
A mother raccoon with her babies | Source: Midjourney
The mother raccoon chittered softly, and her babies ran to her. Before disappearing into the forest, she turned and looked right at me. In that instance, I felt a connection to something larger than myself. Compassion.
โYou know,โ Marla said, โthereโs an opening at the rescue center if youโre interested. We could use someone with your kindness.โ
I smiled, feeling lighter than I had in years. โIโd like that.โ
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โYou know, Josie, you can tell a lot about a person by how they treat animals. Theyโre like a mirror that reflects our true selves.โ
Looking back, I realized the raccoons hadnโt just been victims of Kyleโs cruelty. Theyโd been my wake-up call. Sometimes it takes seeing someone elseโs vulnerability to recognize your own.
As the raccoons disappeared into the trees, I took a deep breath and felt ready for a fresh start. I knew I deserved better, and that someday, Iโd find the right person who saw the world with the same compassion I did.
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