Some of you might remember the drama of the rats. Well, mama must be movin' on up to the east side, cos my new house has a much different sort of vermin. My neighbor stopped to tell me this story, and I thought I would share it with all yall.
So the neighbors have a cat, and hence they have a cat door. The other night, everyone was coming home late, drunk and tired. There were two beady eyes staring from the closet in the bedroom. Of course, they assumed it was the cat. But NO!
The raccoon dashed out of the closet and into another bedroom. Then down the hallway. So, of course, Neighbors did what any sensible drunk people would do. One opened the back door while the other one (wait for it) talked to the raccoon. "Listen, dude. You've gotta go."
And it DID.
From rats to having both raccoons and the Beastmaster living next door.