One Man's Trash

This morning, I relocated my third raccoon in three days. This one is tiny, and it was hard not to feel sorry for the little bugger. Then I remembered what he will become. I don't know if I have two separate litters of babies or this one is the runt. I put him in the car and drove him to the place I have been letting them go this week. It is a little strip of grass with a picnic table a couple miles out of the city. When I got there today, I noticed that there was trash all over the place, taken out of the three trash cans. It was all fast food wrappers. Oh Oh. Is that my fault?

Better those trash cans than mine,

Normal Girl