Sending notices out for your yard sale? Make sure that your local raccoons can't read!
Recently Marash Girl attended a yard sale, granted she was a late bird rather than an early bird, and while standing at the foot of the stairs leading to the front door, chatting with the proprietress of the yard sale, she looked up to see, yes, she saw, yes, it really was, a raccoon entering the open door of the grand Victorian home. In shock, Marash Girl screamed, the raccoon turned tail (literally) and fled, and the proprietress was completely confused. What just happened? Oh, no! Let's call animal control. A half hour later, animal control arrived (giving the raccoon plenty of time to take cover) and announced that she could not take down an animal that was not rabid or sick. Well, if the raccoon was not rabid or sick, what was it doing rummaging around in broad daylight at a local yard sale?
Apparently, Newton is now known not only for its million dollar homes, but for its protected wild life!