My husband was determined to poison the raccoons that kept invading our backyard, but what they pulled from our trash left me completely shocked

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.

Mary Lou Retton Has Pneumonia and ‘Is Fighting for Her Life,’ Daughter Says

The gymnastics champion sprang to stardom at the 1984 Olympics, where she became the first American woman to win a gold medal in the all-around competition. Her family is raising money online, saying she lacks health insurance.

Mary Lou Retton raises her hands and smiles while competing in 1984.

May Lou Retton at the 1984 Olympics, where she won five medals.

Mary Lou Retton, who became one of the most popular athletes in the country after winning the all-around women’s gymnastics competition at the 1984 Summer Olympics in Los Angeles, has pneumonia and is “fighting for her life” in the intensive care unit, her daughter said in a statement this week.

Retton’s daughter McKenna Lane Kelley said on Instagram that her mother “is not able to breathe on her own” and that she had been in the intensive care unit for more than a week.

Kelley asked for donations to help pay for her mother’s hospital bills, saying her mother lacked health insurance. By Wednesday, she had raised more than $260,000 online from more than 4,600 donors.

She did not share more specific information about her mother’s condition, though she said that her pneumonia was “a very rare form.” It was not clear what hospital Retton was in.

Kelley, who was a gymnast at Louisiana State University, did not immediately respond to a message seeking comment on Tuesday.

On Wednesday, another daughter, Shayla Kelley Schrepfer, released a video on Instagram thanking people for “all the love and support that you’ve given to my mom.”

“She’s still fighting,” Schrepfer said. “It’s going to be a day-by-day process, and we hope that you guys will respect her boundaries, as we want to keep the details between her and our family right now. She has been treated with the best of the best professionals here, and it has been such a blessing to have their hands on her.”

At the 1984 Olympics, Retton became the first American woman to win the all-around gold medal or any individual Olympic medal in gymnastics. Going into the final rotation of the competition, she was five-hundredths of a point behind Romania’s Ecaterina Szabo, and the only way she could beat Szabo was to score a perfect 10 on vault.

Retton scored a perfect 10.

She won five medals in Los Angeles, including two silvers, for team and vault, and two bronzes, for uneven bars and floor exercise.

A closeup of Mary Lou Retton, smiling.
Mary Lou Retton in 2009.Credit…Jonathan Daniel/Getty Images

Though there was an asterisk by Retton’s victory in the history books — the Soviet Union, which was the most dominant force in women’s gymnastics at the time, boycotted the 1984 Games — it nonetheless made her a sports hero in the United States. In addition to earning her the traditional trappings of Olympic gold, like appearing on a Wheaties box, she was widely viewed as an inspiration to a new generation of American girls entering gymnastics.

Even as the American gymnastics program grew and the country won more medals, including the team gold in 1996, Retton’s prominence remained: For 20 years, Retton, now 55, was the only American woman to win the all-around title, until Carly Patterson became the second in 2004.

Retton was born in Fairmont, W.Va., and got her start early, like many top gymnasts. By the time Retton was 7 years old, she was training in gymnastics full-time.

Retton’s talent had been apparent from the start, but a big break came at an Olympics elimination tournament in Reno, Nev., in 1982, where she impressed Bela Karolyi, who would go on to coach her in the 1984 Olympics.

“I immediately recognized the tremendous physical potential of this little kid,” Karolyi said in a March 1984 interview.

Retton appeared in a number of films and TV shows in the late 1980s and 1990s, including the comedy film “Scrooged.”

After her athletic career, Retton became a motivational speaker to promote the benefits of proper nutrition and regular exercise.

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