The last 36 hours have been a real rollercoaster of emotions. Many highs and lows but being able to vape has helped me get through. It all started Thursday afternoon when returning home and going into the house I heard a sound that I had heard before but never during daylight hours. I went out back and located the source 50 feet from the door next to the stream. It was the sound of a racoon in distress, actually three babies on the ground having fallen some 35 feet from their den in a hollow tree. They were no older than a few weeks and barely more than a few ounces. Their fourth sibling was still in the tree poking her head through the hole of the den.
Being the outdoorsy type that I am, LOL, I know this is not good. After an extensive search for Mom and many times diverting them from going in the stream, I call the closest rescue. They tell me just put them in a box near the tree and if and when the mother returns she would haul them back up. I said that's fine but until then they will just be a box lunch for the resident fox. He tells me well that's nature. I tell him,"not on my watch". So I prepare for an uncertain evening.
First thing I do is top off every 18650 battery I own so I can own the night with light. Next I brew the dark roast and then most importantly, fill up the big tank with "New Menthol a la Morandir" or as I call it "Yowzah #835". Still no sign of Mom but the babies are settled down and I start my vigil from the patio. The first few hours are non eventful but around midnight the babies start to cry for Mom again. Well this must have sounded like the dinner bell to the fox who made his first attack 10 minutes later. As soon I as saw him I hit him with the million candle flood. He retreats but circles back within minutes, by now I'm within 25 feet of the babies and completely blind him on this run. I'm vaping like a steam engine and praying that Mom shows up to end this contest of wills and let me retreat to the safety of my abode.
Well as the sun starts to rise and having survived a total of three additional runs on the once perceived easy meal the fox heads back to his den. No Mom and I now know these babies are orphans, so I take them down to the rescue. I stop for breakfast on the way home and realize that my bottle of juice is near empty. I think WOW you can go through a lot of juice when under pressure. Less than an hour after returning home and just as I was getting ready to finally go to bed, you guessed it, number 4 hits the ground. That's how I knew she was a girl earlier. Back to the rescue to reunite a previously scared and stressed group of siblings to hopefully a full and happy life.