Return of...

[electricland]

Last week the (or a) raccoon came back. Only outside, thank goodness, but it was hangin' out on the not-deck, checkin' out the scene. It was shortly after dark; I came to my senses in time to get my camera and take several pictures which may or may not work out. The flash completely failed to faze it.

This morning I staggered out of bed (having already fielded two phone calls from my parents about the bookshelf) to find it there again, this time in broad daylight, digging at the weak part of the roof where the next-door roofers pulled up some of our tarpaper and didn't put it back properly. I slapped the glass door and yelled, but other than getting it to look at me with an air of enquiry ("It almost seems like you're trying to communicate. How interesting!") had no effect whatever. I almost opened the door to shoo it away and then thought better of the idea -- the little bugger looks like it weighs about 20 pounds now, and its claws are quite impressive. I did eventually shoo it off by banging on the glass about 6 times very fast, but it managed to give the air of leaving because it felt like it, thank you.

The neighbours have reduced their swaybacked garage to a pile of timber.

Comments

[jenlev.livejournal.com]

Oh no, the return of the raccoon! Good luck, and hopefully there will be photos. :)

[electricland.livejournal.com]

Thanks! It really, really has a hate on for the spray foam insulation. Or it thinks it's the best toy ever. Whichever, it's shredding the stuff like popcorn. ;)

[jenlev.livejournal.com]

Maybe it's using it for ruffage?