Racoon Warfare

I woke up this morning to an artistic display of anarchy compliments of the local racoon gang. Our garbage can was knocked over and the contents spread across the driveway. The focal point of the exhibit was my bloody feminine hygiene pads ripped apart and laundered throughout the array of chicken bones and egg shells. It’s not enough that all my neighbours now know I am menstruating but now the Racoon Gang does too. The War is On!

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