041/365 10/01/2025

The hunting store sold me a full set of ghillie camouflage, which seemed like overkill, but they maintained top to bottom it was the kind  used by the world’s top sniper teams and that absolutely no one anywhere would see me coming. And I could hide in plain sight and bag turkey, deer, whatever. They had me try it on and everything. 

It was pretty impressive. “What about raccoons?” I asked. I was doing  the little back-and-forth thing in the three-way mirror, seeing how it looked on the back side. And it really was like someone had just turned me into a moss monster. 

“Excuse me?” The nice woman manning the place asked me to repeat myself. Not sure, but I guess maybe the whole fuzzy headdress thing makes it hard to get my voice out. 

“Raccoons,” I said more clearly. “What about bagging raccoons?”