Hey, there! Log in / Register
Citizen complaint of the day: Masked varmint prowling a South End alley
By adamg on Sun, 10/13/2019 - 2:32pm
A concerned citizen files a 311 complaint about a raccoon that is probably up to no good in the alley behind Yarmouth Street in the South End.
At least it's not a sewer pander.
Neighborhoods:
Free tagging:
Ad:
Comments
It's! So!
Fluffy, I'm gonna die! (Of rabies.)
Raccoons
Why do people bother to complain to the city about raccoons/opossums/skunks? The city isn't going to do anything about them except to tell you not to leave out pet food and to cover your garbage. And good luck trying to get them to do anything about rats.
Right? We get possums and
Right? We get possums and skunks and it's never occurred to me to ask the city to do anything about them if they're not rabid, in obvious distress, or dead and stinking.
Welcome to the city, folks. The critters were here before you arrived and they'll be around long after you're gone.
Squirels are different, though.
Always report squirrels. Every time you see one.
And rabbits.
They have big pointy teeth.
and don't forget
Turkeys!!! Always report turkeys. They want to harm your children!
You guys aren’t taking me serious
Ask any theologian. Squirrels do not have souls. Most of the problems that they create stem from that one fact. Unfortunately there is little that can be done about it.
Quibbles
There are a couple of problems with your last assertion. They weren't all here before us; possums didn't arrive in New England until a century or two ago, and coyotes are a more recent arrival. More to the point, while I hope all these residents will outlast me, and even you too, I know well enough that the Human Plague has been brutally effective in reducing the number of species in almost any environment it invades. The main exceptions are those species that have adapted to live off of human refuse, but that is a precarious existence, because the nature of that refuse keeps changing. Can racoons live on Soylent Green?
Lions and Tigers and Bears. Oh my.
I haven't seen lions or tigers or bears on my street, in my yard, or in my house in Fields Corner. However I have seen turkeys, raccoons, rats, mice, bats, squirrels, skunks, rabbits, feral cats and dogs, and coyotes. Oh my.
I can top that
Fisher cat. Right in downtown Boston. Not a big animal, but damn, that thing had a convincing “leave me alone or I’ll eff up your day” look. Pretty much the whole front half of the animal was teeth. Turns out their diet includes porcupines, which they capture and subdue with great violence. I don’t know where it took a wrong turn to end up on my street but I wished it a safe and speedy return home...
I'm thankful for raccoons.
I'm thankful for raccoons. They're mother cute fuzzy answer to eating your nasty ass leftover pizza. Not thankful for human zombie littering Hep C feces on your sidewalks and used hypodermic needles in your planters.
They're mostly harmless.
Cover your trash and they'll find somewhere else to eat.
In the case of raccoons
you probably want to lock that lid down. They're clever, dexterous, little buggers.
.
.
Abbey, the suburban raccoon, was unaware of
street cleaning and the towing jihad of Martin Walsh. Her BMW is the latest victim of an unaware millennial.