We have a rather brazen raccoon who comes on our deck and eats our trash. Sometimes, he makes quite a mess. He has eaten countless holes through the lid of our trash can.
A couple of years ago, my dad gave me the wonderful suggestion of sprinkling cayenne pepper on top of my trash to see if that would keep old "Ricky" away. Worked like a charm, dear friend and devoted reader, worked like a charm!
Until enough time passed and Ricky forgot that my trash is too spicy for his liking. Then, he came back.
The other night it was pouring rain and my Michael and I were downstairs watching TV. We heard all these loud thumps and rattles. He said, "What is that?" I calmly responded, "I think it's the raccoon again." He didn't think it could be so I went up to the dining room to investigate.
At first, I didn't see any sign of Ricky but after a minute, his little masked face popped up over the side of my trashcan. He was in there! I ran to grab my camera and tried to get some shots through the sliding glass door. I never did catch a good one of his face, but you can definitely tell that he is a critter on my trash and on my deck.
Now, where's the chicken, you might ask? Well, that was me, of course. I knew if I opened my door I could get a good photo of our masked visitor, but I didn't have the guts to slide open the glass. I was afraid that Ricky would try to attack me or come into my house! So you have to deal with horribly dark photos taken through wet glass.
That's it, Ricky, keep on walking away. I'm sorry, but you just can't join our family. You might be carrying unmentionable diseases. You make messes wherever you go. Your name doesn't start with the right letter. It's just not a good fit.
Time to go buy more cayenne pepper.