I live close in to city center in Durham. Nevertheless we get plenty wildlife encounters. Bunnies eat my lettuce in my tiny garden down to a nub. Squirrels try to make a home in my attic. A hoot owl makes haunting owl calls far up in the trees late at night. But the raccoons! They practically ring the doorbell and ask for leftovers. Here's a picture my neighbor snapped early one morning of some raccoons near my garbage can:
Cute, yes. But up to something no doubt.
Last week one was banging around trying to--I guess--lift the top of the tall green rolling trash can. That's what it sounded like anyway.
When I came home from work day before yesterday, I found out one had been on my front porch. There are the raccoon tracks, right there in the yellow pollen on my front porch:
A friend suggested maybe with all the pollen, he was looking for Benadryl. Perhaps.