It’s Just A Little Bambi

Photo by Alex Holyoake on Unsplash

So we’ve recently moved to a very rural area. Our house sits on a little over five acres which has sat neglected for nearly thirty years. The woods grew around the house, hiding it from sight.

It was so hidden that the assessor took the property off the deed since he arrived at the address and there was no house to be seen. We had to actually clear the front area and invite him back so that he could see there was a house that had been there since 1964.

We love the area, but there are a few things that we are getting used to.

For instance:

I woke up in the middle of the night, and went outside to smoke. I sat in the carport, listening to crickets and coyotes off in the distance howling. Suddenly, behind me, somewhere in the woods something thunked.

I don’t know how to describe the noise. It was something big; something solid. It was almost the sound a car slowly rolling into a tree would make.

My heart raced as I jumped to my feet.

As adrenaline surged, I listened intently for a hint of what it might be. Thoughts of all the animals we have in our area ran through my head. Possum? Nope. Bigger. That scratches out armadillos as well. That left wolves, coyotes, deer, bears and of course the Florida panther.