Look at who greeted us when we got home last night ...
There he is looking down toward the steps from our garage to our basement, seemingly ready to pounce. Then he got closer, making the move inside the garage.
He was actually in the garage, near the trash can next to that bicycle (of which you can see the front tire ...). Then he scurried off by those garage steps. That's when Greg decided taking pictures would be a good idea.
We have seen a raccoon* run from the creek in our front yard along the tree line in our back yard a couple of times. I'm guessing this is the same guy. Apparently he likes our property. I'm not so sure I like him. Cate and I didn't want to get out of the car until, Greg, who was armed with a BB gun had chased him away, after he took pictures, of course.
* Did you know racoon and raccoon are both correct? I've never understood how a word can have two correct spellings, yet, neither of these look right to me.