Let me tell you a little story about wild animals. They are WILD.
Granted, you aren't as bad as those other neighbors - you know, the ones we could hear through the walls? Fighting and screaming and swearing all the live-long day? Letting their toddler waltz about outside in a shirt and a diaper - no pants, socks, or shoes? IN NOVEMBER?
You're not that bad.
But stop feeding the raccoons! Stop it!
"This is to show you how cute and non-menacing I am.
Is it working?
It's working, isn't it?"
But basically, you need to stop feeding them because they have come to see you as a resource. They might not be looking for food on their own anymore. And now that they know that they have a steady food source, they have raised their babies here!
"It's 6:02. They're late with the hot dog buns."
STOP FEEDING THEM, OH MY GOD.
2 comments:
So when you said "we could hear through the walls"...I was thinking something else.
lem - No, luckily we didn't hear anything like that. It was much, much worse. You should have heard the hatred that they would spew at their children. It was horrible. I almost called CPS.
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