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Most people would go on a run or do some aerobic activity in the morning to get that jump-start adrineline rush. Not me. I just take out my trash.
Before you judge let me tell you.
I don't get a rush because I run down all three flights of stairs. I don't get it because the dumpster is an up hill trek. It doesn't came from having to hold my breath super long because the smell is unbearable. Nor does it come from hoisting large bags of garbage from as far as possible because I don't want the stench to stick on me.

No

It comes from a hostile confrontation with a devil-coon.

I open the door to the dumpster building and a raccoon is in there making an appauling mess for which I used to blame my nieghbor below me. (The one that has had a vacuum box and various assorted trash items on her porch for nearly a month.)
Anyways, it turns around and jumps out of the dumpster and starts growling and hissing at me. I go forward thinking he'll run off and hide while I deposit my trash. Nope. He move forward too. What the heck?
So I make my best efforts to swing the bag into the hole from ten feet away. All the while the coon is closong the gap.
I think I yelled.
Then I slammed the door on his face with a satisfactory sense of power.

Goodday, mr. desease ridden coon.