An update: You might recall my writing about the raccoons (plural!) that have been hanging out in our trash area, preventing me from taking out the trash after dark and Durf from taking out the trash at 4 in the morning. Well, they are being relocated. At least that's what Management says. And as I read the notice, I'm thinking "Good luck with that." Durf and I tried to relocate a family of raccoons when we lived in Dublin. Those raccoons thought *we* were living in *their* house. We fooled them, though. We sold the house.
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