Anyone else remember the Dead Racoon Memorial from a few years ago? :P https://www.boredpanda.com/dead-raccoon-memorial-shrine-mourning-deadraccoonto-toronto/
Anyone else remember the Dead Racoon Memorial from a few years ago? :P
My solution when I lived in Toronto was to keep all my green bin stuff inside the house until the morning the trucks were coming. Not ideal, obviously. The biggest problems I had with raccoons in...
My solution when I lived in Toronto was to keep all my green bin stuff inside the house until the morning the trucks were coming. Not ideal, obviously. The biggest problems I had with raccoons in the city were trying to steal food off a (hot!) grill while I was barbecuing, and pooping on my patio furniture. As soon as the sun goes down, Toronto turns into a different city. It's the raccoon's city between dusk and dawn.
I remember going camping once up north. We got into the campsite right at about sunset and hadn't eaten, so I was pulling some food out of the cooler to make something, and of course a family of raccoons materializes out of the trees. The campsite had an old broomstick leaning against one tree, so I grab the broomstick and start swinging it to shoo the raccoons away. Motherfuckers didn't even flinch. They just sit there, right where the end of my broomstick ended, staring at me. I guess they'd been at that campsite for so long that they knew exactly (to the millimetre!) how long that broomstick was and how close they could safely get.
Anyone else remember the Dead Racoon Memorial from a few years ago? :P
https://www.boredpanda.com/dead-raccoon-memorial-shrine-mourning-deadraccoonto-toronto/
My solution when I lived in Toronto was to keep all my green bin stuff inside the house until the morning the trucks were coming. Not ideal, obviously. The biggest problems I had with raccoons in the city were trying to steal food off a (hot!) grill while I was barbecuing, and pooping on my patio furniture. As soon as the sun goes down, Toronto turns into a different city. It's the raccoon's city between dusk and dawn.
I remember going camping once up north. We got into the campsite right at about sunset and hadn't eaten, so I was pulling some food out of the cooler to make something, and of course a family of raccoons materializes out of the trees. The campsite had an old broomstick leaning against one tree, so I grab the broomstick and start swinging it to shoo the raccoons away. Motherfuckers didn't even flinch. They just sit there, right where the end of my broomstick ended, staring at me. I guess they'd been at that campsite for so long that they knew exactly (to the millimetre!) how long that broomstick was and how close they could safely get.