Yesterday after the farmers market I stopped by my mother's. She lives in a mobile home park just out of White Rock. She had mentioned a few times about seeing raccoons around, and how one of them had run under her neighbour's steps.
Now we live in a really rural area, large acreages and farms all around, large expanses of bush, and the times we have seen raccoons in the last 29 years could probably be counted on one hand. Out our way, they are still truly wild, whereas in suburbia, they become habituated to humans, and are seen much more easily.
Anyway, I finished mowing the lawn. David showed up and did some weadeating. And then this happened:) There was more than one!
In the meantime grumpy old neighbour has spotted them, and is slinking around with his slingshot, gumbling about how he doesn't want them around and they are a nuisance. I think we put a cramp in his slingshotting.