Remember the mouse traps? Oh how we have grown! My beloved is now expanding his skill at trapping mammalian predators, and has ventured out into racoon land. Now instead of waking up at 4 am to slam-dunk the lasagna pan on innocent mice, he is laying in wait of the small, masked relatives of the bear family- using an old bunny cage and cat-food as bait. We love our chickens, and by definition, have vowed to defend them to the end. Fortunately, the coons in our neighbourhood seem to love cheap kibbles, and we have not had to buy Reese’s peanut butter cups- for those of you who recall our chocolate loving rodent. All of this will come crashing home to haunt us if we do ‘buy the farm’- literally speaking.