Tonight I was up in the gazebo at BJU, sending email. Moments ago, while listening to music, I heard some rustling behind me. I thought it was Public Safety, but I couldn’t see anybody behind me. The rustling appeared to be coming from a trashcan, and my suspicion proved correct: it was a raccoon. He soon looked out and didn’t seem fazed at all to see me. He watched me for a minute, then went back into the trashcan.

Raccoon

At that point, I remembered that I had my camera. When he came out again, I took some pictures while he sauntered over to the next trashcan in search of a second course. The raccoon didn’t seem the least disturbed by a human, six floodlights, and a flashbulb. Remembering Old Yeller and other rabid animals, I did the brave thing. I walked over to the nearby construction site, picked up three rocks, walked back, and heaved the aforementioned rocks at the coon. He quickly disappeared.

Racoon