My husband set poison traps for the raccoons that raided our backyard, but I couldn’t bring myself to agree. One night, they pulled something from the trash and I was curious. What I saw in the moonlight left me breathless and in tears.
“No, Kyle, please don’t hurt the poor thing!” The words tore from my throat as I watched my husband hurl a stone at a pregnant raccoon waddling across our backyard. The rock missed, thank God. And the animal scurried away, her movements clumsy with the weight of her unborn babies.
Kyle turned to me, his jaw set and knuckles white around another rock. “They’re pests, Josie. The sooner you understand that, the better.”
I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to stop shaking. After fifteen years of marriage, you’d think I’d be used to his outbursts by now. But every time, it felt like a punch to the gut.
“They’re living creatures, Kyle. They’re just trying to survive.”
He scoffed, tossing the second rock between his hands. “Yeah, well, they can survive somewhere else. I’m sick of coming home to a war zone every day.”
“It’s hardly a war zone. It’s just some scattered trash.”
His eyes narrowed. “Don’t start with me, Josie. Not today.”
The raccoon problem, as Kyle called it, had started last spring. We’d wake up to find our trash cans knocked over and contents strewn across the lawn.
Once, they even climbed onto our deck and raided the leftover barbecue from my birthday party. I didn’t mind much. They were just hungry, after all.
But Kyle took it personally like the animals were deliberately trying to provoke him.
“I’m telling you, we need better locks for the cans,” I suggested one morning as Kyle angrily watched me scoop up the scattered garbage. “Maybe some chicken wire around the garden too. My sister Jane says that worked for them.”
“I don’t care what your sister says. What we need is to get rid of them. Permanently.”
I remembered when we first met, how his spontaneity had seemed charming. Now, at forty, that impulsiveness had morphed into an iron-fisted need to control everything, including me.
“Kyle, please. Can’t we try the peaceful way first?”
He jabbed a finger at me. “You always do this, Josie. Always trying to make everything complicated when there’s a simple solution right in front of us.”
“Simple doesn’t always mean right.”
He slammed the broom against the side of the house. “What was that?”
I flinched. “Nothing. I’ll look into better trash cans today.”
That weekend, I found Kyle in the garage, assembling something metallic.
“What’s that?” I asked, though I already knew. Animal traps.
He didn’t look up. “Insurance. These smart traps will catch anything that comes near our trash.”
“Kyle, please. They could hurt them.”
He slammed down his screwdriver. “That’s the point! I’m so sick of you defending these disease-carrying vermin. You act like they’re some kind of pets.”
“They’re not pets, but they don’t deserve to suffer. Maybe if we just—”
“Maybe if we just what, Josie? Let them take over? Build them a guest house while we’re at it? I’ve had it with your bleeding heart routine.”
I felt tears welling up but forced them back. “Why does everything have to be solved with violence? They’re just hungry animals, Kyle.”
He stood up, his face red. “You want to know what I think? I think you care more about these pests than our home. Than me.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Isn’t it? Every time I try to solve a problem, you fight me. The raccoons, the neighbor’s dog that keeps barking all night, even that group of teens that hangs out by our fence.”
“Those are all living beings, Kyle. Not problems to be ‘solved.’”
“This is my house!” he yelled, making me jump. “I work every day to pay for it, to keep it nice, and I’m not going to let some animals destroy it while my stupid wife takes their side!”
When the raccoons started showing up again this spring, Kyle completely lost it.
That evening, I was folding laundry when he stormed in, waving a piece of paper and grinning like he’d won the lottery.
“You’ll never guess what I found at the hardware store. Industrial-grade pest control. Guaranteed to solve our little problem.”
I took the paper. It was a receipt for animal traps and some kind of poison. My hands started trembling.
“Kyle, you can’t be serious. That stuff could kill them!”
He snatched the receipt back. “That’s the point, Josie. God, sometimes I think you’re being dense on purpose.”
“But what if neighborhood cats get into it? Or someone’s dog? We could get in trouble.”
Kyle’s face darkened. “I’ve made up my mind. The raccoons are gone by the end of the week, one way or another.”
I spent that night tossing and turning, my mind racing. When did the man I married become someone who could so casually talk about killing innocent creatures?
I thought about calling Jane, but I already knew what she’d say. She’d never liked Kyle and always said there was something off about him. Maybe I should have listened.
The breaking point came on a quiet Tuesday night two days later. I was reading in bed when I heard rustling outside. Peering through the window, I saw one of the trash cans had been knocked over again.
I slipped on my robe and grabbed a flashlight. As I approached the mess, something caught my eye. It was a black garbage bag, partially open, with something moving inside.
My hands trembled as I reached for it. “Oh no. No, no, no…”
Inside were three tiny raccoon babies, barely old enough to open their eyes. They were squirming weakly.
“Kyle!” I screamed, cradling the bag close. “Kyle, get out here right now!”
He appeared on the porch, looking annoyed. “What are you yelling about? It’s the middle of the night, you crazy woman!”
“Did you do this?” I held up the bag. “Did you throw away baby animals like they were garbage?”
He shrugged. “They’re pests. I’m handling it.”
“Handling it? They’ll die!”
“That’s the point, Josie. Jesus, why are you so naive? They’re just raccoons!”
“Just raccoons? They’re babies, Kyle! Living, breathing creatures that feel pain and fear. How would you feel if someone threw you away to die?”
He laughed, a cold sound that made me shiver. “Now you’re comparing me to a raccoon? How dare you, Josie?”
“I’m comparing you to someone with empathy, and you’re coming up short.”
Kyle stepped closer, his voice a chilling growl that made my blood run cold. “You know what your problem is? You’re soft. Always have been. The world isn’t some fairy tale where we all just get along. Sometimes you have to be tough.”
“Tough? There’s nothing tough about hurting something weaker than you. That’s just cruel.”
I looked at him and wondered how I’d never seen the cruelty that had always been there.
The next morning, I called every wildlife rescue in the area until I found one that could help. A kind woman named Marla showed me how to feed the raccoon kits with a tiny bottle.
“You’re doing great,” she assured me, watching as I cradled the smallest one. “They’re lucky you found them when you did.”
As I watched the kit suckle eagerly, tears rolled down my cheeks. “I just don’t understand how someone could be so cruel.”
Marla squeezed my shoulder. “Sometimes the animals we save end up saving us too.”
That evening, I found Kyle’s journal and a detailed plan for dealing with the “raccoon infestation.” It included poison locations, trap placements, and even a schedule. The methodical cruelty of it made me sick.
When Jane arrived, she saw the journal in my hands.
“Still think I’m overreacting?” I asked, showing her the pages.
She shook her head. “Josie, this isn’t about raccoons anymore. Maybe it never was.”
“I know,” I whispered. “I think I’ve always known.”
The divorce papers were served a week later. Kyle didn’t seem surprised, just angry. As always.
“You’re really throwing me out over some pests?” he spat as he packed his things into boxes.
I stood my ground in the doorway of what was now my house alone. “No, Kyle. I’m ending this because of who you’ve become. Who you’ve always been, maybe, and I just didn’t want to see it.”
Days turned into weeks. The raccoon kits grew stronger.
The smallest one was shy and always hid behind his siblings. The middle one was curious about everything. And the biggest was protective, always watching out for the others.
Marla helped me release them back into the wild when they were ready. As we watched them toddle toward the treeline, I saw movement in the bushes. There, watching us, was their mother.
“Look,” Marla whispered. “She came back for them.”
The mother raccoon chittered softly, and her babies ran to her. Before disappearing into the forest, she turned and looked right at me. In that instance, I felt a connection to something larger than myself. Compassion.
“You know,” Marla said, “there’s an opening at the rescue center if you’re interested. We could use someone with your kindness.”
I smiled, feeling lighter than I had in years. “I’d like that.”
“You know, Josie, you can tell a lot about a person by how they treat animals. They’re like a mirror that reflects our true selves.”
Looking back, I realized the raccoons hadn’t just been victims of Kyle’s cruelty. They’d been my wake-up call. Sometimes it takes seeing someone else’s vulnerability to recognize your own.
As the raccoons disappeared into the trees, I took a deep breath and felt ready for a fresh start. I knew I deserved better, and that someday, I’d find the right person who saw the world with the same compassion I did.
Is your birth number a good match? Let’s find out!
1) What is your birth number?
In numerology, numbers are really important. Your number can help you see if you and your partner are a good match or not. Here’s how it works.
2) How do you calculate your birth number?
Add all the digits of your birth date together until you get a single number. Once you know your number, you can check the compatibility chart to see how well you match with others.
3) Number 1:
If your number is 1, your best matches are people with numbers 3 and 5. These numbers tend to be easygoing and can handle your strong and sometimes bossy personality.
4) On the other hand,
it’s best to avoid people with a number 8 because both 1 and 8 can be too competitive with each other. While number 2 is gentle, sensitive, and diplomatic, they work better with a number 1 in a business or work relationship, rather than a romantic one.
5) Number 2:
If your number is 2, your best matches are with people who have the visionary number 8 or the kind, caring number 9. The business-focused number 8 is a great fit because your gentle nature balances their strong, hardworking personality, whether in love or business. Number 9, who is calm and sophisticated, is also a good match. You might also get along well with a protective and loving number 6.
6) On the other hand,
a practical and reliable number 4 might seem like a good match at first, but over time, they may feel boring to you. The same goes for the serious and quiet number 7. A 1 and 2 pairing can work, but only if both understand and respect their different roles in the relationship.
7) Number 3:
If your number is 3, you’ve probably had great relationships with people who have numbers 5 and 7. The fun and adventurous number 5 matches your love for excitement and unpredictability, while the thoughtful and mysterious number 7 brings depth and meaning to your life.
8) On the other hand,
it’s best to avoid someone with the number 4, even though they are reliable and practical. When a 3 and 4 are together, they tend to bring out the worst in each other, even though their qualities could be good for the relationship.
9) Number 4:
If your number is 4, you value long-term, stable relationships more than any other number. It’s not that you dislike being alone, but you prefer a steady, routine lifestyle that comes with lasting relationships. Because of this, you get along well with people who have numbers 2, 4, and 8.
10) On the other hand,
number 4s usually don’t get along well with numbers 3, 6, and 8 because those numbers are more outgoing and flashy.
11) Number 5:
If your number is 5, you have many great options for romantic partners. The bold and adventurous number 1 is a good match, as well as the fun and creative number 3. You might also connect well with the caring and supportive number 6 and the sincere number 7.
12) On the other hand,
you might not get along with numbers 4 and 8 unless one of you is ready to change completely.
13) Number 6:
If your number is 6, you can have a happy, long-lasting relationship with just about any number. Your willingness to make sacrifices helps create a strong foundation in any relationship.
14) On the other hand,
even though you get along with most numbers, 3 and 5 could be tricky because they tend to focus on themselves.
15) Number 7:
If your number is 7, you are the least likely to get married and stay married compared to the other numbers. However, many 7s do end up getting married, but often later in life. You’ll likely get along well with numbers 3 and 5.
16) On the other hand,
you might not get along well with number 2 because you find them too shallow and sentimental. Number 1 feels too bossy for you, while number 8 seems too focused on money. You also think number 9 is too distant.
17) Number 8:
If your number is 8, you’re likely to choose a partner whom you can guide and have some control over. Because of this, number 2, who is nurturing, and number 6, who is caring and supportive, are usually good matches for you.
18) On the other hand,
the strong and independent number 1 might end up arguing with you every day. The free-spirited number 5 isn’t a good match either, and neither is the creative number 3, who can be unreliable and inconsistent.
19) Number 9:
If your number is 9, you might face the most challenges in relationships compared to the other numbers. You have a noble side and value your independence. Because of this, you’ll likely get along well with numbers 2 and 3.
20) On the other hand,
you might want to steer clear of the unpredictable number 5 and the unconventional number 7. Numbers 1 and 9 are very different from each other, which can make them attracted to one another, but they usually don’t stay together.
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