We were simply drinking some wine and beer and playing Katamari on PS2 when Pepper started flipping out by the front door.
"Honey, we have a visitor!" We surmise our little friend here came waltzing up to the front porch, only to be spooked by 23 pounds of barking furry mess behind a glass door and he simply ran as high as he could get - which just happened to be the front porch column. Was he attracted to our lightening display? Or smells of aged Gouda on the counter? Who knows.
We closed the door, thinking this would encourage him to get down. And it did. And we recorded a bit on video on his careful navigation down. [Those squeaky noises are Pepper.]
And no, we didn't hear a 'thud' at all. He had quite the poise. We saw him afterwards retreating to our backyard and up into the woods.
Merry Christmas, Mr. Raccoon!
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