Four Little Bandits

Lightning-like flashes greeted me when I arrived home Saturday night. Guests who were visiting my next-door neighbors were busy taking flash photos of the canopy of the tree directly above my house.

"What's going on?" I asked. "Look!" a woman said, "There are four raccoons in your tree!"

I looked and saw one of the raccoons, and could hear the others moving around.

"Where do they come from?" the woman asked. "I think they come from the little park at the street corner," I said.

"But so many! Should we call animal control?" she asked. I shrugged my shoulders.