|Yuck. These guys are in the backyard a lot (well, they come to the front on trash day, too), and I hate them. Mostly because they aren’t afraid of us. They were strong enough to team up and move Fleming’s food around (we’re talking forty pounds of dog food in a cooler). Tanner kept them at bay when he lived in the backyard, but we’re on our own now.
And who knew they could swim.