Five mornings later - no poop. Of course we can no longer sit in the chairs pushed to the side by anti-raccoon efforts, but after four weeks of nightly contest, sitting there is no longer the point.
A curious development this morning - Gary found a blue work glove carefully placed on top of a container of ammonia soaked rags in the center of the fortification. "Are the raccoons thumbing their nose at you?" I asked. No response.
According to the latest report from the neighbor across the fence, her yellow jacket nest is gone thanks to help from a professional. "Did you get his name? Maybe he traps raccoons."