coon invasion

This morning Simon let Furlow in from the porch. Amy told him to take him back outside, so he set off but came running back in our bedroom. "Raccoon, raccoon!" he said. We walked to the back door to find the raccoon giving our back porch the once over. He gnawed on our dirty clothes bag. He looked for an opening in our kitty litter box. A few times he stopped and stared at us, but was impervious to our presence and went ahead with business. Eventually he gave up and headed back out the cat's door and the boys and I followed him to the neighbors yard. We watched him scamper up an old oak and dig his hands in the knot holes up to his shoulders looking for some grub. I guess Furlow's food wasn't enough. After hitting up the knot holes he climbed back down and came back in our yard. He tried to walk around us to get back to our porch--Furlow met up with him in the flower bed--but we ran him off. He is a brave one.