We have a WHITE RACCOON in our yard!
According to American Indian lore, "He who have white racoon in trailer court, win big at Indian casino. Open 24 hours a day on Highway 99. Bring much wampum."
Fine. I might have made that one up. Whatevah.
Although they're incredibly lucky (or horribly cursed--depending on which internet site sucks you in), I haven't been able to get a snap shot of Whitey. I was talking to him last night, but he wasn't in a pichure posin mood.
Plus, he was incredibly confused by our conversation....as are most critters I have discussions with. He didn't know whether to run into the woods or go back to the tree for more bird food. He kept 'dancing' back and forth between the two. Then I started talking about Gweneth Paltrow and the whole ni**as controversy and he tried to commit suicide by running out in front of a car.
The cool thing is he has no 'mask' like the usual raccoons you see, making him look kind of like a small dog or a white fox. Don't worry....it's just a matter of time until I outwit him. Or find a subject that lulls him to sleep long enough for me to take his pic.