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tesaril t1_jd1fu5z wrote

I lived in downtown Portland during the raccoon crisis of 1984. I think we all remember that, huh?

So, At. John Street, and this mama raccoon keeps messing with my trash can on the third story, very unsturdy deck.

So I keep picking up the daily hijinks. I own a pretty big sword and decide, I'm done with this little nature's bandit.

So I get out my Conan-clone sword and set up at the sofa near the deck.... And I wait and wait.

So, this little pack of four baby raccoons trot up to our deck, this fat, pissy mama raccoon right up on them, and they approach my locked garbage cans and literally, unlock them.

I'm amazed. I just watch. They all eat, make a mess and leave.

I just couldn't attack them. No way.

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ketofluvaccine t1_jd2bd4j wrote

Bro when I was a kid we were warned by rangers in Acadia at Blackwooda campground that we needed to LOCK OUR DOORS or the raccoons would get into our vehicle.

My dad didn't believe that so he didn't. They opened our minivan at like 3 in the morning and shat everywhere I got in trouble for laughing to much.

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Tpcorholio t1_jd3qjwo wrote

Haha! Wow that was back in the days of Dave the Dogman lol. I think I remember the raccoon crisis. I live all the way up in Aroostook county nowadays so we always have issues with raccoons and other animals in the yard lol.

One time I was taking out my trash and heard a bear cub. I got the hell outta there cuz where there's a cub there's usually the mom lol.

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