Okay.  I give.  I can’t take it any longer.  Over the past several days, I’ve determined that the Internet cannot be trusted when it comes to helpful suggestions about pest control.  Loud noise did not work, nor did a

Although the U.S. Postal Service had over the years accounted for rain and sleet and even snow, they had somehow overlooked the possibility that terribly inept employees could still keep the mailing public from receiving their goodies.    H

In a revisit to the proverbial drawing board, I reasoned that a certain ally in my fight would be the stupid beagle that shares our home and tortures our lives.  Previously good for digging through the garbage can and dragging my hockey gear int

Following the opening volleys of the first night, the battle quickly progressed along lines that might somehow mirror other wars less than successful.  My first offensive maneuver when the hoard of raccoons returned the following evening? 

It seems that once upon a time in a Los Angeles suburb bereft of raccoons, a lonely little boy whittled away the afternoons seated in front of a tiny black and white television.  He was the picture of loneliness.  The boy, having no brother

Once again it’s time for me to live by the mantra “No more Mister Nice Guy” . . .    This comes following a rousing late-night game of raccoon hockey that finally allowed me to grab some shut eye around 4:00 a.m.  I&r