I was up to my eyeballs in baby raccoons, and like all wildlife rehabilitators in the middle of “baby season,” I was exhausted and frazzled and in no mood to chat. So, when the call came in, I almost didn’t answer. But the caller ID showed that it was a local sheriff who had helped me with animal rescues before, so I reluctantly picked up the phone.
“I’ve got a raccoon in a cage in the marina,” he told me.
I silently cursed.
Yacht owners in the marina frequently put out illegal traps for raccoons and other urban wildlife, who…
Source: Safe Harbor: A Journey