The raccoon that owns my green bin has defeated the new latch in under a week
These are the bins that were supposed to be raccoon-proof. He sat there, worked the handle like he was opening a pickle jar, looked directly at my kitchen window, and helped himself. I'm not even angry. You don't get angry at a superior athlete. I've started rinsing the containers better, out of respect.
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Create an accountOurs figured out the bin, then figured out which night is collection night. He now shows up on a schedule more reliable than anything else in this city and I include my own employer in that.
we spent millions engineering that latch and the raccoons beat it in a week. imagine if we'd just hired the raccoons
They'd unionize immediately and honestly they'd have earned it.
One walked past my patio table in Kensington at like 9pm, fully unbothered, moving like he had a reservation somewhere. Nobody at the table reacted. Tourists gasped. We simply nodded.
In Mississauga our raccoons are somehow politer, they wait until the lights go off. City raccoons have simply stopped pretending, and I respect the honesty.