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Animal control needed

I have been experiencing enormous wildlife problems since my lifestyle change. So far, we've found a scorpion in the house; a band of raccoons stole all the bread I left on the porch for the birds last night, and had the nerve to come to the glass to look at us in the living room.

This morning tops it off though. Just now some squirrels were fighting on the porch and crashed into our screen, nearly toppling it. This threw Henry into a frenzy, from which he has still not recovered-- and I closed the door immediately.

These animals treat our porch just like it's their tree or den. What's up with that? And they are not nearly as afraid of us as they ought to be. I thought I missed the country, but right now I don't think I'd be much closer to nature in a log cabin, or even a tent.

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