I first laid eyes on it back in January at the Bluffton, Ohio fireworks store. It was beautiful, but I let it slip by.
However, the more I thought about it, the more I realized I was destined to own it. That my garden would never be complete without it.
So last weekend when I was back in Bluffton, I went back to the fireworks store and inquired about it.
“$30. No returns.”
And so I present to you…
My new concrete raccoon!
My sister suggested that I probably could have haggled on the price, but I was too excited. She also suggested that I should make a raccoon shrine in my yard, which I think is a good idea. Maybe it will drive away the raccoons.
And another I-kid-you-not fact for you: In November 1931, one former resident of my house caught an opossum in the back yard. People were so astounded to find such wildlife in the city that it made the newspaper.
It was so remarkable that the guy offered the opossum to the local zoo.
I’m disappointed that there’s no record of whether the zoo took it.
(All this is courtesy of the Evansville Vanderburgh Public Library’s new searchable database of historic newspapers and staying up too late because I found it so intriguing.)