You know I like wildlife, but the raccoons are getting to me. Here's a list of crimes from just the past week: a favorite blue pot overturned and broken, a cement birdbath knocked down, a cute floating frog (carefully brought home from an Arizona vacation) thrown out of a water-bowl and smashed, holes gnawed in perfectly good plums, and the final outrage-- using our basement stairwell as a private toilet. Ugh.
I was desperate enough to go to Home Deport and spend $16 on a bottle of Havahart "Critter Ridder" granules. Supposedly raccoons (and other pesky creatures) hate the smell, so I sprinkled some around the back steps. Ha! I see the "privy" wasn't used last night-- maybe I've finally spoiled the party?
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