When I was a kid in Toronto my Mom just about having heart failure one day when she walked into the basement sewing room and discovered a racoon sitting there under the table. Boy did she scream. At first we couldn't figure out how it got in there till I noticed sooty foot prints leading from the basement fireplace. We were surprised it came in that way as the chimney was 3 stories in height.
About a year or so later my sisters and I heard scratching in the mainfloor chimney. It sounds like birds or something small. The girls wouldn't go near it so I reach up and open the flew and out drops 3 or 4 baby racoons just born with no fur.
About that time my Dad figured it be best to install some chimney caps.
Last edited by PaulM; 04/15/07 06:10 AM.
