This week, I have had to deal with an incursion of rambunctious youths at one of my jobsites. I was sitting at my desk, when I heard the crash of one of our site garbage cans being knocked over. I quickly exited the building, flashlight in hand, and was confronted with three pairs of glowing eyes. Yup, we have a trio of adolescent raccoons who are learning the ropes of being suburban menaces. These little critters are brazen- while walking on a narrow pathway, one of them ran right by me, coming within inches of my ungainly clodhoppers. I did a double-take when I saw this fuzzball running past me, knowing that Fred and Ginger were safely ensconced in their respective workplaces, handling the overnight mousing shift. I had another of the raccoons run right toward me on another occasion- I damn near freaked out because I initially thought it was a skunk (though skunks tend to move pretty slowly).
I can't believe how fearless these little raccoons are... I chalk it up to youth, not rabies, as they are not active during the daytime, and have learned to be more discreet over the last couple of days. Maybe they are such juvenile delinquents because they lack a suitable male role model, dad having been incarcerated.