I’m Snow White. That’s the only reasonable explanation to the raccoons in my house, and the birds in my closet, and all the rest of my childhood wildlife encounters. When I was little I was always the person that animals trusted, no matter what. Dogs didn’t bark at me, cats wanted to lay on my lap, and deer would walk up to me for snacks. Everywhere I went, some kind of animal seemed to follow. Which is actually why I ended up studying Wildlife Ecology in college, but that’s a completely different story than the ones I want to tell.
Two years ago, when I was a junior in college, I woke up to a bird chirping and it was beautiful. But when I went downstairs for breakfast, came back up, and could still here the chirping, I got a little worried. I looked outside my window to see if there was an injured bird but there was nothing there. Then the chirping started again, except now I knew it wasn’t from outside, but inside of my closet. Inside of the air vent that connected to my room through the closet, was a small bird’s nest that contained two small birds. Well we got that sorted out fairly quickly and sealed the hole from the outside that let the bird in from the first place and that was that.
Except apparently that wasn’t that, my at-home wildlife visits wouldn’t end there. Now, I’m starting my Master’s program and moving into an off campus apartment by myself; I actually just started staying here myself two days ago. This morning I woke up and went to the bathroom to start my morning routine a little earlier than usual. While brushing my teeth I heard a muffled sound coming from the empty bottom drawer of the vanity; I pulled it open to find four baby raccoons huddled together, and mewing softly. I absolutely couldn’t believe it! In what world do you find baby raccoons in your bathroom vanity! In my world, I guess. But they can’t stay – I’m already looking for someone to come and safely remove them, but man what a story I have to tell my professors.