We had noticed little painted paw prints all around our dumpster for the past few weeks and thought something was getting into the old airbrush paint. We found proof when I went to empty the trash cans. There was a little family of raccoons with the evidence all over their faces huddled in the corner of the dumpster. You don’t really want to touch any of them due the rabies outbreak around this region and also the red paint around their mouths didn’t exactly give you a warm and cuddly feeling about lifting them by hand out of the dumpster. We had visions of the cute little furries going for our jugglers just as we lifted them out of the garbage so we had to come up with another plan. We first tried to make a ramp for them to get out but it turned out to steep so they kept sliding back down. We finally, through trial and error, laid a trash can down in the bottom and chased them in it. Then we would pick it up and place the little varmint on the ground to scurry up the nearest tree or pant leg in some of their cases. I decided to take the last one into the business next to ours and scare the owner. Bad idea! I thought I was being funny when I tilted it and shoved it toward the owners face to scare him but that tilt was just enough for the last raccoon to get a running start and perform his own little Evil Knievel Snake River Canyon jump. He flew over the shop owner’s shoulder, luckily not landing on him, and hit the shop floor running wild. For a shop filled with grown men you should have heard the screams. People were running in every direction. Fortunately the back door to his shop was open and the raccoon made a bee line for the door. The last time we saw them the whole family was gathered in a pine tree out back.