I heard him before I saw him. As I sat at my desk last night I heard the raccoon bumping around under the porch. Finally I turned on the outside lights and there he was sauntering along the edge of the deck. (The deck is only a single step off the ground.) He was headed toward the perennial garden and I didn't give him (or her) another thought.
This morning, there he/she was in the perennial garden. The birdfeeder was down and broken and the rocks surrounding the clematis were askew. The raccoon was enjoying the feast of sunflower seeds.
As I write this I hear the squeals of a quarrel between raccoons. I wonder where they will get into mischief next?