I searched back through blogs to find where Greg started Raccoon Evolution. My experience with raccoons doesn’t support tribes developing. Mothers with young are the only groups I have ever seen. But Wiki says like gender groups sometimes develop, which is scary. An old he-coon is a mean, tough SOB and can kill a big dog in a fair fight. A group, especially with weapons, should be reported to local units of the Marines.
My ideas in this strip began with some stories my brother, a park ranger on a North Carolina island at the time, told me about coordinated raccoon behavior around park visitors. My current theory is that when Raccoons discover fire, they’re gonna burn us out and take our twinkles.
Last place we lived, big city, we’d have raccoons try to raid our ponds full of expensive koi and goldfish and our keeshond learned to tree raccoons. She normally wouldn’t try to bark a lung up so we knew it was something. Young ones could be intimidated with a garden hose full blast and a nozzle dialed to lethal stream, big old ones would stare at you as you hit them in the face with it. It got so bad that we took turns between 3 am and 5:30 am (almost sunrise) sitting on the back porch to keep them away. 3 am you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face to 5:30 you could tell what color all the houses were around you. I would believe it, they’d learn to work together. (they would fish a pond dry, take a usually lethal bite out of each one, and leave them lay, often lining them up)
I love, I mean LOVE, anything living. Raccoons though? They scare the bajeebers out of me! All that deadly, no fear of humans, and people think they are “SOOOO KEEUUUUUTE”. Had my daughter start approaching a fearless seeming one, thinking how WONDERFUL it was. Had to examine to her why I, after seeing that, did such a GOOD job of running the critter off.
SO, any racoon that is around me and my kids, and ISN’T trying to NOT be around us, brings out the “Momma Bear” in me. (Actually, this is also true of squirrels, and geese, which are the other two big offenders around here. Or any other “wild” critters. Just, raccoons REALLY MUCH)
Yep, was waiting for the Raccoon Tribe to go after the food….
Bread, not rice?
The bread is for Lowell. The raccoons get the gumbo (which already has the rice in it).
I’m not sure anyone is going to start calling fake big foot “Tarzan”…
No, but maybe “Kerchak”, who was the ?leader? of the great ape group Tarzan grew up with.
Lowell is being pretty docile…maybe this ‘retreat’ worked!??!
I searched back through blogs to find where Greg started Raccoon Evolution. My experience with raccoons doesn’t support tribes developing. Mothers with young are the only groups I have ever seen. But Wiki says like gender groups sometimes develop, which is scary. An old he-coon is a mean, tough SOB and can kill a big dog in a fair fight. A group, especially with weapons, should be reported to local units of the Marines.
My ideas in this strip began with some stories my brother, a park ranger on a North Carolina island at the time, told me about coordinated raccoon behavior around park visitors. My current theory is that when Raccoons discover fire, they’re gonna burn us out and take our twinkles.
Last place we lived, big city, we’d have raccoons try to raid our ponds full of expensive koi and goldfish and our keeshond learned to tree raccoons. She normally wouldn’t try to bark a lung up so we knew it was something. Young ones could be intimidated with a garden hose full blast and a nozzle dialed to lethal stream, big old ones would stare at you as you hit them in the face with it. It got so bad that we took turns between 3 am and 5:30 am (almost sunrise) sitting on the back porch to keep them away. 3 am you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face to 5:30 you could tell what color all the houses were around you. I would believe it, they’d learn to work together. (they would fish a pond dry, take a usually lethal bite out of each one, and leave them lay, often lining them up)
I love, I mean LOVE, anything living. Raccoons though? They scare the bajeebers out of me! All that deadly, no fear of humans, and people think they are “SOOOO KEEUUUUUTE”. Had my daughter start approaching a fearless seeming one, thinking how WONDERFUL it was. Had to examine to her why I, after seeing that, did such a GOOD job of running the critter off.
SO, any racoon that is around me and my kids, and ISN’T trying to NOT be around us, brings out the “Momma Bear” in me. (Actually, this is also true of squirrels, and geese, which are the other two big offenders around here. Or any other “wild” critters. Just, raccoons REALLY MUCH)
okay lowel bread and also some beer too anything now make that tribe go away