Thanks to all who cast votes and offered advice, both in the comments and via e-mail, regarding last week’s raccoon situation, clearly an emotionally charged issue involving many complicated considerations.
As it is, our friend the raccoon, halt and afflicted though he was, is now nowhere to be found. Which leads me to believe that:
a) He’s moved on,
b) He’s waiting in one of the other outbuildings to murder us,
c) We’ve got wolves.
More news as it develops.
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