Saturday I walked out on the deck to empty a bucket of mop water. I threw it over the railing, checked on the state of the moles who have returned I’m afraid and turned to go back in the house. That’s when I spied my visitor. Curled under a chair in the corner, head on front paws like a cat or dog, was a raccoon. I identified it by the bushy striped tail. We looked at each other for a few minutes. Then I headed for the door. It decided to leave so it got up and headed across the deck, down the stairs and around the corner by the garage.
I’ve no idea where it came from or where it went. While my yard seems to serve as a wildlife preserve at times, I’ve never seen a raccoon in the neighborhood. There is a small wooded area about a block or two away and perhaps that’s where the raccoon lives.