This was a very long and snowy winter in Junnitter's hometown for all mammals I would wager. Sometime in late winter Junknitter saw a raccoon staring at her while she was "working" at her desk. Again, she called out to Fred, "Fred, there's a raccoon staring at me and I think he/she is living under our porch." Fred said, "Expletive deleted raccoon." Each night Fred would say, "If you see that *&$%!@ raccoon come out from under the porch go put these stakes in the ground to block the hole." Junknitter's thinking, "Jah, righto Fred, in your dreams." Plus Junknitter loved the little masked bandit. Then, today, Tuesday, May 6, Junknitter came home to an empty house. She saw Fred pull out of the neighborhood right as she was stepping off the the number 72 bus. She tried to track him down, called his mother...but he was not there. While she was chatting with her mother-in-law Junknitter spied something rather large hanging out on her bird feeder. *&#(@*%$! raccoon. Now it is war! 
P.S. Fred was at his Tuesday night corso di Itliano.
For another wildlife front porch adventure check out September 2007 posts.
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S/he's a cute little *@#&(!
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