and it's a RACCOON!
Carrie was getting out of her car and saw the rascal face-to-face. I've never seen her run so fast and squeal so loudly (carrie, that is). Rocky the raccoon found the one bag of mostly eaten goldfish crackers that I had taken out of my car when I was getting ready to pick up my view. He spent a couple of nights in the garage. We found footprints all of our cars and he moved all of our junk around. He even managed to climb up into the attic and nestle into the large bag of left over insulation that I had up there. I figured this out once I was brave enough to go up into the attic to see if he was nesting in there. Rocky was no where to be found - just the ruffled up insulation was left behind. I am glad that Rocky has found a new home besides my garage - but I am equally impressed that he managed to make a warm spot for himself on those bitterly cold days.
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