I awoke this morning to an email from George. George tends to margin a nocturnal existence and has a propensity to meander about in his garden by the light of the moon. I kid you not. So anyway, last night or sometime during the bewitching hours, he comes face to face with a family of five Raccoons in his yard.
Alert the Marines!
No wait, email Angela.
I’m sure these creatures have been foraging our neighborhood long before we moved in, and until now, until George, have kept it pretty much on the down-low.
It’s my understanding that these relatively harmless animals are very resourceful when it comes to eating habits, and they especially love to eat dog food. Good thing we don’t have a dog-door. Poor George. Now he’s all creeped-out. Wasn’t enough to worry about Deer getting into his vegetable patch, now he has a whole new species to contend with.
Not like all this is an anomaly.
We do, after all, live at the foot of a mountain.
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| Mother raccoon (Procyon lotor) with four kits in a tree: photo by AndrewBrownsword, 2009 |

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