COON CATASTROPHE

A raccoon got locked in my shop last night. It ain't pretty. At first I thought it was gone, then I saw it huddled in the corner next to the front windows: bright eyed, looked young. Like a teenager, not a baby. I was whelmed over and came in the house for fortifying coffee and to give the poor creature some space to escape, and to put my haz-mat suit on.I went back to my shop a few minutes ago. Looked around. It was gone, thank goodness. I put on my Honest Abe latex gloves (they're really called [...]