The raccoons have outsmarted the game hunter again. A few days without poop then last night they did their duty on top of a container filled with ammonia soaked rags.
"I'm not giving up!" Gary declared after he cleaned up the pile. "I'll going to Fred Meyer tomorrow to buy 20 aluminum pie pans to string up in the tree. Those raccoons won't get the best of me."
I just smiled.
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