The other day, Danica noticed a mess on the front porch… egg shells, whites and yolks smeared around a chair, window sill and floor. There was also a fresh, fine layer of dirt bearing dusty impressions of raccoon feet.
As I cleaned up, I envisioned a raccoon fight over an egg and wondered where the egg might have come from. A lucky find in someone’s garbage bin perhaps? Certainly a treasure worth fighting over.
Then today, when I opened the blinds that had been closed to keep out our heatwave, I saw that some two-legged vermin had been the egg source. Our second floor window had been egged 3 times.
Since it’s been on there for at least 2 days, baking in the hot sun, this clean-up will be a lot tougher than one on the porch. I’m sure it’s nothing personal, just some adolescent, antisocial behavior. Raccoons are less of a nuisance than some of our own species.