The day we returned from our trip, Dave heard a ruckus in the garage. He went in there and found the cutest raccoon on the planet staring up at him with gentle brown eyes. He let it out of the garage and we went to bed.
The next morning Dave went to let our cats out and he came back in looking like he’d seen a ghost. After pressing him several times to tell me what he’d seen, he said “you better just come look.” I followed him into the garage and was shocked by what I saw. The entire room was destroyed. Cooper’s 17 pound stroller, along with everything else that had been hanging neatly on the wall, was on the floor. Boxes were strewn all over the place. Three pet food containers had been opened and the contents were scattered everywhere. My car was covered in scratches and poo. Actually, everything was covered in poo. Every box, poo. Every shelf on every shelving unit, poo. The upright freezer, poo. The gardening supplies, poo. All the tools, poo. There are sewage treatment centers that have less poo than my garage did that morning.
We looked around trying to solve the mystery. We were shocked when we found THREE raccoons camped out on our shelves, completely exhausted from destroying our garage. Obviously, this was the family of the raccoon that Dave had let out the day before.
As I suspected, we couldn’t get them to leave.
Several hours later, when they left for a few minutes to go tell all their friends to come party at their new pad, we shut the garage doors and have kept them shut since. Every night they would return, trying to gain access to their new digs.
During the day, we would spot them here or there, just waiting for us to slip and leave the doors open.
Thankfully, they haven’t gotten back in our garage, but they are still causing havoc.