The weekend before last, my husband and I went up north to do some joint ATV/snowmobile club trail maintenance. Since it’s rather chilly up there this time of year and the camper’s closed for the season, we stayed at the inn down the road where we eat breakfast during the ATVing season and where my husband often stays during sledding season.
We always take the Big Room, which is actually two adjoining bedrooms and sleeps like six to eight people, because it has its own bathroom. I’m not sharing a bathroom with strangers and my husband tries to keep my interaction with people pre-caffeine to a minimum lest we run out of people who’ll talk to us. It’s a really nice room, despite the lack of a Keurig.
And the Creepy Raccoon of Doom.
I’m not one of those people who sees pictures in the clouds. “Can’t you see the dragon? See, there’s his snout and that wispy bit is his tail…” Uh, no. Don’t see it. But if you give me pine or some other knotty wood, I see things. Sometimes creepy things. And once I see them, I can’t un-see them.
Here’s the lovely ceiling in the Big Room. Very warm and homey and a little bit country. But then I saw him. Let me circle him for you…
Can’t see him? Let me zoom in a bit and adjust the lighting to properly do him justice…
I swear on my iPhone’s life, all I did was crop the picture and apply the Helga filter to it. No Photoshop or other picture manipulation.
There was a freaking demented raccoon staring down at me from the ceiling. That is not restful, people. Trust me.