tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587616.post114736046209115929..comments2024-03-08T17:16:56.568-05:00Comments on The City Birder: Rob Jetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07974931706580925551noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587616.post-1149295550355109062006-06-02T20:45:00.000-04:002006-06-02T20:45:00.000-04:00I live in park slope now- no racoons- but when I l...I live in park slope now- no racoons- but when I lived in Berkeley, California, the old house I sublet a room in had a racoon family in the roof attic, which somehow attracted then chased rats into the main part of the house, which were carrying fleas... it was a nightmare. The baby racoon was really cute, but living with them was not cool. Apparently Berkeley had a major problem with that Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587616.post-1147699722952474972006-05-15T09:28:00.000-04:002006-05-15T09:28:00.000-04:00That's the funniest story. My wife and I were laug...That's the funniest story. My wife and I were laughing out loud as we read it. Thanks for sharing.Rob Jetthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07974931706580925551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587616.post-1147527868429179892006-05-13T09:44:00.000-04:002006-05-13T09:44:00.000-04:00Of course I don't live in NY, but this is a true s...Of course I don't live in NY, but this is a true story. <BR/><BR/>My dog started waking me up every night barking like mad. I yelled. I punished. But still he barked. <BR/><BR/>One night I went out to the kitchen to prove to him there was nothing there. I opened the cabinet under the sink and out popped and enormous raccoon. I shut the cabinet quickly. My dog didn't bark. He didn't jump for the Walkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10512819792748140484noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587616.post-1147438928849703222006-05-12T09:02:00.000-04:002006-05-12T09:02:00.000-04:00About five years ago, my wife and I were coming ho...About five years ago, my wife and I were coming home from Manhattan in a cab, around midnight. At the corner of 4th Avenue and Pacific Street, a man had stopped traffic, and his buddy was chasing a raccoon the size of a small bear back and forth, trying to keep it from getting run over. 4th and Pacific, mind you, not the most pastoral corner of our fair borough.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587616.post-1147435805535093092006-05-12T08:10:00.000-04:002006-05-12T08:10:00.000-04:00We used to have possums in Prospect Park. When the...We used to have possums in Prospect Park. When the city stopped enforcing the leash law in the park we eventually found several possums killed by dogs. I haven't seen any since 1999.Rob Jetthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07974931706580925551noreply@blogger.com