Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Like Good, American Raccoons

    My wife hates the raccoons in our neighborhood because they break into our trash cans in the middle of the night, eat the leftovers and leave food packaging strewn across our yard. It’s very festive, actually. It looks like a ticker-tape parade was held by Lean Cuisine.
    “What are we going to do about these raccoons?” Bridget asked me the other night as we picked up frozen pizza wrappers, fish stick boxes and empty juice boxes.
    Well, they’re eating our leftovers,” I said. “If we do nothing, they’ll eventually die of coronary heart disease.”