The Letter R….
….is for raccoon. I had a BBQ on Sunday night and three stray cats crossed my yard. I said “well, at least the raccoons haven’t shown up this year”. Four hours later I hear something tearing at my bedroom window screen. Yep. THEY’RE BAAAAAACK! Last night one shimmied down the drain pipe, ran across my yard and then walked along the fence all while I had a flashlight on it. No fear whatsoever.
Here is the stuffed raccoon at my local pub. If he wants some company, I am happy to offer my yard raccoons.