As you may recall, I feed a bevy of feral cats at my back door plus the occasional possum. I did have raccoons for a while but I decided it was better that they not be around so I've been bringing in the cat food when there's no feline around to dine on it, and when I see a raccoon, I chase it off.
About twenty minutes ago, I spotted two raccoons out there and went to shoo them away. They refused to be shooed very far. They'd flee into the next yard and the minute I went back into the house, they'd be back to sniff around mine, looking for stray chow. At one point, I grabbed up a flashlight and a camera and went out to scare them off. They refused to be scared…not by me, not by the camera flash. The picture above was taken from about three feet away from one, a moment before I stomped my feet and he (she?) scurried off.
As soon as I was back in the house, he (she?) and his (her?) twin brother (sister?) were back in the yard. I scared them off again. They came back again. And again and again. Finally, I think they got the hint…but now I'm back in my office and for all I know, they're out there now waiting for a pizza they ordered from Papa John's.