Monday, May 31, 2010
Yesterday I chased a raccoon out of the yard, and I would have got him, too, if I hadn't been running in garden clogs. As it was, I only managed to smack his last foot against the fence, but I hope it was enough to make him think twice about entering the yard. I had only the dowel we keep in the sliding glass door channel, so I realized that I need something along the lines of a proper cudgel, like a baseball bat. That's if Steve won't buy me a gun, which he doesn't seem to be in a hurry to do. I hates raccoons. Really, really, hates raccoons.