All of that was the off shoot of an animal control officer telling me that he couldn’t trap a coon that had bitten Harry through the foot because the coons were indigenous to the area and my dog wasn’t. I wrote a letter to the mayor explaining that since I held the paperwork on the property that me and mine were now the “indigenous” species there, and I fully expected the city to extend the same courtesy to me that they did to the raccoons! After that got some air coverage on our local conservative radio, I then looked for every opportunity to dissuade the little masked marauders from hanging out on my property.
Lead poisoning works wonders!!