hehe

Arriving home, distrubed an urban racoon at his garbage riffling. He clambored down, prepared to run, but when I held my position and simply stared, he climbed carefully back up onto the pile of trash bags waiting for tommorrow's pick-up. Noisy bugger, too. When I finally approached too near as I went inside, he got down and shuffled off to the side a bit. He'll be right back up there by now. Heh.