Rocky II

I mentioned our neighbourhood raccoon before. The green bin is for organic waste like vegetable peelings, food, cardboard tubes from kitchen paper, coffee grounds and filters, that sort of stuff.

Well ole Rocky (he had a name change) decided to play a little game with me at 2 am yesterday(today?).

For the past few months his favourite games have been - how-far-can-I-spread-these-teabags, -foodscraps-and vegetable-peelings and what-will-they-try-next-to-stop-me.

We tried putting the green bin in different locations and the latest thing was a large, heavy piece of concrete on the top.

That was working up until 1.58 am.

Rocky has now figured out a way to knock over the bin, concrete and all.

I heard the racket and went to investigate. I deliberately made some noise opening the door thinking that would scare him away.

He just sat on the deck, no more that 2 feet away from me staring at me, looking through the contents of the bin for his dinner. I tried shoo-ing him. He just looked at me like I was the kid who made a silly face and it stayed that way and Stevie Wonder picks out my clothes.

I grabbed the torch that is on the floor just inside the door and shone it directly in his eyes and eventually he verrrrry slowly wandered off. I picked up the bin, turned it the other way and put the rock back on top.

About a minute later, loud racket from the back deck.

Same look on his face.

I managed to chase him off again and picked the bin up and brought it in to the kitchen.