JuneOntario said: ... At this time of year, when I fill the bird feeders in the morning I often find a raccoon huffing and fidgeting at my feet, waiting for me to finish putting food on the bird table and step away.
June, I hereby dub thee: "Dances with Raccoons".
Ever since I heard what an
angry raccoon sounds like, I've been very happy to have a sliding glass door between me and them.
Some
very unwise kids at a Boy Scout camp tried all month to catch a raccoon. It laughed at them and ate all their bait until they got all Rube Goldberg-y with a heavy steel garbage can and ropes and idiots lying quietly in wait for hours.
Well, they CAUGHT him at long last.
You could hear him scream for miles, and it sounded like he was tearing that steel garbage can apart from the inside.
I don't think anyone ever tried that again! We just let him go back to stealing anything edible out of our tents as we slept - even things in sturdy boxes.
Raccoons : 1
Boy Scouts: 0
