"Back to the raccoons. 'I haven't seen any. Why?' I respond to the contractor. He laughs. 'Because, I saw a lot of turds up there.' So after he leaves I go upstairs, open the skylight in the bathroom, and peek out on the roof. Holy crap. We must have the Jack Palance of raccoons eating all his roughage on our roof. It looks like the yard of that annoying neighbor who never cleans up after his dog. And not just any dog. A Newfoundland."
(April 20, 2008, Scott Pearson, Livejournal)
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