Raccoons and Creation

The other morning, I was not in the best of moods. Cleaning up around the shed was needed because a raccoon got in and scattered garbage. While I was mumbling to myself and working, Rusty Swingset, foreman of the Darwin Ranch near Deception Pass, and his lady friend Jacqueline Hyde (who was almost herself that day) had ridden up. He said they decided to see how these new horses were and since they had some down time, swung by my place. I gestured and said, "Trash panda's been here." Rusty roared and Jacqueline giggled. Raccoon, Unsplash / fr0ggy5 "I don't think either of us have heard that term before," said Jacqueline. "But they sure are mischievous." She pronounced it miss-CHEE-vee-us instead of MISS-chev-us, but I successfully hid my cringe. Rusty scratched his scraggly jaw and chimed in, "Say, don't you believe they're designed to do this stuff? Those paws look like five-fingered li'l hands." "Well, ya got me there,...