When I lived up in the mountains at a telescope facility, our trash cans were the metal sort. Mounted off the ground in custom built holders (to keep the bears and raccoons and mountain lions and skunks and whatnot from knocking them over,) had the lids custom filled (so as to be heavier to prevent raccoons from knocking them off) and a chain looped through the handles on the side and the lid handle (to prevent the raccoons who were involved in doping scandals and the occasional bear from lifting them off.)
We routinely were picking up trash. Those raccoons were scary smart.
Yeah. Bears and raccoons will get into just about anything. My town ended up buying these special cans that are bolted to cement on four corners and you have to push a lever to open the lid. They seem to work pretty well, but if I remember correctly they costs thousands of dollars each. I saw some like ours near Seal Rock in San Francisco.
Wild animals. They're not just cute and cuddly.
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I love the name of Willie Nelson's new song: "Cowboys Are Frequently, Secretly (Fond of Each Other)"
It's a cover, so the song itself isn't all that new.
Bears and raccoons will get into just about anything.
Don't forget the moose. Champion lock-pickers, those ungulates are.
The raccoons were always trying to break into the house. I'd wake up with a freaked out cat trying to hide in my head and there would be these beady eyes peering through the screen, poking fingers into the rips. They'd moved a tree stump to the window for just that purpose. I'd usually just sit up and chatter at them for a little while before going back to sleep. They were pretty funny too. When they'd hear/see me, there would be this mad scramble of raccoons trying to get the best view, which meant a tower of raccoons that frequently tumbled. They were quite used to people up there.
For the last 15 minutes, I've been fantasizing about a hot cup of tea, while sitting on my sofa looking through a Crate & Barrel catalogue.
God my life is boring.
Today has been of the suck.
Hey, I'm talking about 15 years ago raccoons and fantasizing about getting an a&w burger on the way home and going to bed early again (even though it made me no less tired last night, sigh.)
We could have a boring-off. It would probably involve a lot of staring blankly at the wall, though....
For the last 15 minutes, I've been fantasizing about a hot cup of tea, while sitting on my sofa looking through a Crate & Barrel catalogue.
I think that suonds quite lovely. More lovely with an Actual cup of tea, but still.
