Okay, the gloves are off. This is war. Last night I was cruelly awakened by a noise outside my house. I wanted to call the cops, but decided to look out the window first. There he was, all approximately 40 pounds of him. Rocky Raccoon had knocked over the barrel and was dragging it across the driveway towards the wooded area. Holy cow, he’s big and strong. I started making noises and yelling out the window, and he just stopped and looked up at me. I think I saw a “come out HERE and do that” smirk on his face. I swear, it was like watching a nature show. That old Wonderful World of Disney episode with the raccoons in the house.
I ran downstairs to get the camera but it was just too dark where he was. A flashlight in his eyes didn’t slow him down for more than 1 second. I watched him remove the lid, and pull out the items that interested him. Yup, garbage everywhere. Two days in a row. I thought he got everything the night before so I wasn’t even worried about a repeat performance. Although it was kind of cool to watch him dragging the barrel.
This morning I put on gloves to go clean up his leftovers. Luckily this is trash day.
