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Masked Bandit Troublemaker
So last night, I heard a plasticy-sounding bang outside, and I figured I'd check it out. Looking out the back door, I saw the garbage can lid on the ground and bandit eyes peeking over the top.
You know, I've never ever seen raccoons before moving to Kingston.
I chased off the little bugger, put the lid back on the garbage, and tried to position the can and the composting green bin in a way that might deter the raccoon from getting into the pail again. But I knew this wasn't over.
Sure enough, about 10 minutes later, plasticy thunk outside my window. I tried again to position things to keep the bugger away, but to no avail. After the 3rd time, I gave up and put the garbage can into the garage.
I won.
This battle, that is.
(I left a sticky note on the door for the Lord letting him know that "due to a half-hour battle with a raccoon, the garbage is now in the garage". He was suitably amused. :D)
You know, I've never ever seen raccoons before moving to Kingston.
I chased off the little bugger, put the lid back on the garbage, and tried to position the can and the composting green bin in a way that might deter the raccoon from getting into the pail again. But I knew this wasn't over.
Sure enough, about 10 minutes later, plasticy thunk outside my window. I tried again to position things to keep the bugger away, but to no avail. After the 3rd time, I gave up and put the garbage can into the garage.
I won.
This battle, that is.
(I left a sticky note on the door for the Lord letting him know that "due to a half-hour battle with a raccoon, the garbage is now in the garage". He was suitably amused. :D)