A little later Mrs. Robin Hood came by.
“Your husband knows how to deal with raccoons.” I told her.
“Did he tell you how he does it? He gets them in a cage…hooks them up to an exhaust pipe. Gone.”
I admire this neighbour even though he is breaking the law.
The urban, vandalizing, disease-spreading raccoon has no natural predators. Why do our laws protect him? We must be stupid.
(to be continued)