Vicious Raccoon

It was nearly midnight last night as I finally decided to go to sleep. I was in bed

and I found that my fancy new two-way radio was within arm's reach. This didn't surprise me much because I intentionally put it within arm's reach of my bed. Maybe it was all those years of not being allowed to have any toys when I was supposed to be sleeping? Whether its a new fancy electronic gadget or an ice tool, I have to have something with me as I fall asleep.

I switched on the radio and tuned it to one of the local police precincts. I guess it's one of the benefits of living in such a densely populated area - I never have to wait more than thirty seconds to hear dispatch sending a cop to deal with something. Usually it's just the boring suspicious male thing. Not very exciting. However, the dispatch call this night went something like this:

"Nine-Adam-something. Investigate a report at 300-some-street of a vicious raccoon."

Surprisingly, they didn't seem to have a 10-code for the old vicious raccoon scenario. Satisfied with the evening's eavesdropping, I switched off the radio and fell asleep.