On Thursday night we arrived home from a white elephant gift exchange (in which Mr. Galore's attempts to rid our household of his Hercules soundtrack were foiled when it was traded back to Mrs. Galore at the end) to find this raccoon hanging out on the fence a few feet from our door.
Sorry about the picture quality. It was dark.
After five minutes or so, the raccoon returned to the yard of our gun-toting 96-year-old neighbor.
In other news, it should be clarified that Al was not named after Mr. Gore, but was so named for being an Alberta Spruce. That differentiates Al from Phil, our philodendron.
1 comment:
That's a raccoon? I can hardly wait for the photo of the elephant in your living room!
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