A journal of sightings of raccoons coming out of and going into the storm grate at our corner in Waukesha WI. (& etc.) The bent is nature with occasional forays elsewhere.
Friday, September 12, 2008
THEY CALL ME MR. TIBBS!
There is something cathartic about screaming in unison: ENOUGH!
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