rocky top

just got back from good ol’ floppy top. it was a great time, but oy, the drive was long.

on our first night there we were sitting outside and i looked around the deck and thought, “aw, that’s a sweet raccoon statue. it looks so real.”

yeah. it was real. and it was closer to the door than we were, and all i could think about was that episode of the Family Guy where they have to go live in the south for a while? and that raccoon keeps popping out of places and attacking Peter’s head? you know the one.

i think it was used to being around people, because we were definitely more afraid of it that it was of us.

if we weren’t outside it would come right up to the door to be all, “i can haz teh snax?”

and of course we didn’t feed it because you’re not supposed to. except you know that’s a total lie. look at that mug and tell me how i’m not supposed to give that sweet creature an apple.

you would’ve done the same thing.

also we saw two bears! they came right up to the chalet, but they stayed off the deck. we didn’t get as close to the bears as we did the raccoons. also we did not feed the bears. they were smallish bears but really cool to see.