Oh What a Night!: Update

Nothing terribly exciting to report. The handyman came by yesterday and he arranged the hallway in such a way that the raccoon would be forced to enter the trap. Once in the trap, he became considerably fiesty and erratic. The hissing and that low growl–now that's a pissed off critter. The raccoon now lives in Prospect Park.
I became curious about raccoons after having one lived with one for the past six weeks. I came across this website that details the life of a pet raccoon, told from the perspective of Remo the Raccoon himself. Remo's owners must really love him because "With the help of a flabbergasted lawyer, they arranged in their will for me and any other pets to live out our lives in our own house with a live-in housekeeper," in the event of their untimely deaths.
I learned from the website that or raccoon was probably in his mating phase which explains the hot raccoon on umbrella action I witnessed two nights ago. Another sign was the smearing of shit all over the walls, sink and mirror in the bathroom he had been locked in overnight. He did this to mark his territory although I'm sure he ended up marking some of his territory on himself in the process. Cleaning that bathroom was my fun little project today.
Raccoons are really cute animals. Too bad they're such bitches too. (By the way, the raccoon in the cartoon is saying, "Smile for Remo!"