It's wonderful living in the middle of the woods. We're never lonely. (See Thanksgiving thread.)

However, we've got a raccoon in the cellar. The Hav-A-Heart ain't workin' -- he's tripped it and gotten the bait (jelly donut, aged tuna salad) twice now. When Tom opened the cellar door, he was on the middle stair considering asking to be let in. (Tom wisely barred the door.)

And just a few minutes ago, I heard him (the raccoon, not Tom) smashing things in the cellar.

Anybody got any bright ideas?

Linn