Raccoon Chronicles Update

The Raccoon lives!....but not in our attic. At least we are about 92% sure, and that’s enough to sleep on.  After talking to several sources including a county extension agent, urban wildlife rescue and the "hillbilly woman", I encouraged the spouse-man to climb into the attic to take a lookey-see for verification that the raccoon – the one that became quiet around 4 a.m. – had indeed abandoned its attic mission.  No sign of it.  No further footprints in the lavender powder left at the doorstep, and no further mayhem in the garage.  We found one little present left behind out there, and the dogs are EXTREMELY interested in going in for little sniffing trips.  There are no glowing eyes or bandit faces looking back at us or them.  The cats are making their own scratchity noises at the bedroom door where the bags of dogfood and catfood are temporarily located.  So, you could say the ending is a bit anticlimactic.

The lesson must be then:  don’t store your pet food in the spare bedroom.

Comments

[Stephanie]

Well, I'm glad he's not in your attic. I'm also glad he's not in your attic, on his back with stiff legs sticking straight up in the air! :)