A few weeks ago, I was chatting with a friend, online. He was telling me about having to chase raccoons out of his neighbor’s garbage. He said they seemed to be having a party. My first response, with the times, was to ask if the party goers were wearing masks. I started giggling because, of course, they are raccoons. Raccoons always have masks. The visual just entertained me.
After I stopped giggling, he mentioned that as soon as the raccoons were gone, the crows showed up. No masks on them.
bookworm at the gym 