We decided just to trim the dead material off the hollowed-out disaster-of-a-tree that resides in the back corner of our (tiny) backyard instead of taking it down entirely-- even though the price was right-- because we figured if a raccoon was living in the hollow, it would try to move into our attic if it's home were cut down . . . and days later, we realized we made the right decision, despite the bargain, when we saw this masked bandit peering down at us (although Lola our dog, despite our coaxing and entreaties, would not look up and notice who she shares the yard with).
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How are we sure that's not Dave up there?
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