Now, we wait
The traps are set, so now we wait to see if my rooftop raccoon will be lured by the yummy mixture of peanut butter and cat food.
The company I'm using relocates animals they capture if they're healthy -- if not, or if babies are found who are too young to fend for themselves, they call on South Bay Wildlife in the Palos Verdes Peninsula which cares for the animals until they can be self-sufficient.
The trapper who set the two cages up on my roof (under shady and secluded areas where my backyard trees overhang) will monitor them over this weekend. He told me they're doing lots of raccoon removals right now, like the mom raccoon they captured only to find her crying babies later inside a wall of the nearby house. So he told me what to listen for to see if there may be a family around here. Hopefully, we'll be in time before birth is given. If not, things will get a little more complicated.
And while I'm hearing the raccoon going up and down to and from my roof, the trapper said a large vent near the back of my house had been removed so he/she is also moving about inside the structure of the house, in the crawl space under the flat roof. Which explains why the movements sound so close.
Meanwhile, the side bush against my house -- the critter's ladder up and down, I think -- is being buzz-sawed down this morning. I'd made the appointment weeks ago, before the raccoon issue had become particularly noticeable. It would have been better to cut the bush later, the trapper told me yesterday, so we could give the traps a chance without disturbing the habitat too much. But I was unable to reach the crew last night by phone to reschedule.
To be continued ....



Daily Breeze reporter Donna Littlejohn has shared her homes with a succession of wonderful, funny, and occasionally difficult canines -- Muffin, Fritz, Ellie, Mercy, Pilgrim and now Cowboy, an Australian shepherd-border collie, and Tess, a border collie. From strong-willed terriers to weirdly obsessed Australian shepherds, they've invaded her world with boundless energy, wet noses, muddy paws and soggy tennis balls. But they've really brought so much more than that -- like laughter and joy, some unexpected life lessons, and more than a few tears along the way.
Josh Grossberg grew up with the usual array of animals: goldfish, dogs, hamsters, parakeets and turtles. He now owns the loudest dog in the South Bay(
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