Reminds me of the story my Dad used to tell about a bar up in north central Wisconsin that would put out free sandwiches at lunch time.

One guy was there hoisting a few lunchtime brews and eating the sandwiches and raving about how good they were, what were they anyway...

So the bartender told him -- "Raccoon."

Poor fellow stumbled out into the street and lost his lunch.

Me? I have an adventurous palate and try everything I have an opportunity to taste. I think I've had raccoon sometime in the mists of pre-history. I remember it being a rather sweet tasting meat. Personally, I prefer to eat Bambi.

Animal control officer gets a call after the holiday today. Then after the raccoon is outa there, plywood covers the potential entrance.

Linn