Meet Gary, the raccoon that raids my garbage every Thursday. But Gary isn’t like other raccoons. He doesn’t run when I open the door—he just stares, like he’s judging my life choices. “Instant noodles again?” his eyes seem to say. He takes one slice of pizza crust, nods approvingly, and waddles off like a tiny, judgmental guru. I think about him often. Maybe Gary’s not stealing food—maybe he’s just teaching me minimalism.
Danwhite
14 days agoThe Trash Panda Philosopher
Meet Gary, the raccoon that raids my garbage every Thursday. But Gary isn’t like other raccoons. He doesn’t run when I open the door—he just stares, like he’s judging my life choices. “Instant noodles again?” his eyes seem to say. He takes one slice of pizza crust, nods approvingly, and waddles off like a tiny, judgmental guru. I think about him often. Maybe Gary’s not stealing food—maybe he’s just teaching me minimalism.