. . . or animal, as the case may be.
For the past few nights, we've had a masked visitor on our back porch. You got it, a raccoon. Now, I think these creatures are key-ute! But I don't want them digging through our trash. What to do? Hmmm . . . well, there are plenty of taxidermy places here. I mean, I do live in Texas after all. ;)
