This whole affair is really gross. If you have a weak stomach, or if there are children present, you may want to skip to the next blog on your list. If you continue, it is with the understanding that you assume all responsibility for reading, and agree to hold harmless the writer of this post.
A strange thing happened the other day when we looked out the window and asked ourselves, "What is that on the corner of the observatory roof? It looks like a pile of poop." I walked out to check, and sure enough, that's what it was. A pile of poop. What? Where? How? When? Why? Who?
These thoughts all crossed our minds. Not having any intelligent or rational answers, I went out with a rake and cleaned it off and thought to myself "well, that takes care of that"
We talked a bit about the mystery during the day and then let it go.
Forward to the next morning........... We looked out the window the next morning and much to our amazement, saw several piles on the roof. We asked ourselves the same questions we had asked the morning before and added, "how come so MUCH?'
As we considered who or what the culprit might be, we finally narrowed our suspicions down to raccoons. One of our neighbors had found some raccoons in their garage eating their cat food a couple of weeks ago. Maybe they had moved up the street to our place. (the raccoons, not the neighbors).
A call went in to the town animal control officer and a short time later, we had a trap which I baited with tuna fish and set out to catch the critter, whatever it was. The next morning, we looked out the window and saw that we had something in our trap. I went out, and found that we had caught the neighbors cat. We let it go with a warning to never come into our yard again. The cat responded, "meoooow" which I assume meant "ok, I won't".
Well, to shorten this story, two mornings later, we had a raccoon in our trap.
It was in the trap for a couple of days, and we were starting to become attached to it when the animal control officer came and ( at 3:00 am) took it away. He will return the trap and we will see if we can catch any more.
End of story. ... so far... We will let you know if anything further happens. I wish I had been awake when he came to get the raccoon. I was going to ask him to save the tail so we could make me a Davey Crockett Hat. Maybe with the next one.
After reading this post, I thought that I should end it on a little lighter note, so here is a post of our artichoke plant with two chokes that we did not eat, but let them go to bloom. They are quite attractive.
