They're back

The raccoons, that is. They've been having a field day in my attic. I think they're holding the National Raccoon Olympics up there. The Prodigal Son and I have been beating on the walls at random and odd times hoping to discourage their residence, but it doesn't seem to be working. I plan on making a stop on the way home tonight to find some ammonia and something to cover the grate they keep tearing out of my eaves.