A few minutes ago, while I was working late (de-spider-webbing photos of a bug for the blog) I heard a suspicious "clunk" outside. I went to the door, and a raccoon was fishing in the bowl of seaweed. He ran away when he saw me, but couldn't resist the lure of possible sea creatures. Hermits! Clams! Snails! Even fishies, maybe! He hung around the end of the walk, waiting for me to leave. I hid behind the drapes. And back he came.
|Fishing. That was clean water! Now it's mud.|
He sloshed the water around several times, pulled out a piece of sea lettuce and nibbled on it, put a paw in again and searched some more. (I notice that he's right-handed. He used two hands sometimes, but never the left alone.)
Finally, having muddied the water thoroughly and torn up my seaweed without finding any critters, he gave up.
|"Where's my food? Did you eat it? Please! Share, ok?"|
And since I had nothing to offer, he slouched off dejectedly.