Friday, June 25, 2010

Raccoon Reconnaissance

A gorgeous juvenile raccoon has decided that my trash can yields the best in the area. Thursday nights, we all put out our garbage, recycling and green bins for pick-up early on Friday mornings. Last Friday morning, I went out at 7:45 to find my bin and its contents strewn about. It was not a pretty sight.

Last night, I moved the can away from any curb, hypothesizing that he wouldn't be able to knock it down by tilting it against the curb.

This morning? Garbage can knocked over and strewn about. But only my garbage. Not the cans belonging to the health nuts on either side of me. Not the can of the vegan neighbors across the street. Just my can.

It flashed through my mind as I was picking up the garbage this morning that I should put poison in the top garbage bag next week.

Shut up. It was only a fleeting thought.

In fact, the juvenile lives with his mother and, possibly, a sibling in our next door neighbor's attic. He's not sure when they moved in, but they're definitely there. He can hear them several times each night. He doesn't want to put back the screen they removed to access his attic unless he's sure the raccoons are out and about.

So we've formulated a plan.

Tonight, the kids and I are sleeping in the pop-up camper in the driveway. We're going to bring our cat into the trailer with us for the evening. And we're going to leave her bowl on the porch filled with the enticing food the raccoons have been known to delight in on those evenings I forget to bring the bowl in.

As soon as we hear the raccoons going for the food, I'll be hitting re-dial on my phone, alerting my neighbor. He will then put the screen back up, securing it to prevent future access.

And, if Operation: Raccoon Rid fails, he will go with his Plan B: Raccoon Eradication.

I might have fleeting thoughts about slaying the raccoons, but I'm really a live-and-let-live kind of gal. Then again, they're only getting into my garbage. They're the roommates from hell for my neighbor.

6 comments:

Michele R said...

Sounds like a plan for the full moon Friday night!
I have heard stories of how crafty raccoons can be with garbage cans. It seems no kind of adult trickery prevents them from getting into the can!!!
Too funny that they like what is in your can.

Maggie May said...

i have such a soft spot for raccoons. i got to know about them from reading the Lad: A Dog series as a kid, the true life stories of this dog in the East, and one of the books centers around his friendship with this raccoon. they are funny beautiful things, and have nowhere to go these days in suburbia.

Jomama said...

Love the effort you're going through to encourage the raccoons to move along. Hope it works so he doesn't have to go to Plan B.

Tara R. said...

I hope the plan worked, but then you'll still have to find a way to keep the little thieves out of your garbage.

Patois said...

So far, he is hesitant to go to Plan B, although our original plan didn't work. I heard the babies mewling sometime in the middle of the night last night. I have a hard time believing he could go into Plan B when he heard how pitifully helpless those babies sounded.

Lori said...

So did the plan work?

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