I finally got the bathtub and surround installed. When I went out to look for a tool in the shed this morning, I saw the momma coon running away, and the all of a sudden, five little baby coons come running out of the bamboo, head straight for me and start climbing my pants legs. I shake them off, they scatter squealing at the top of their little lungs. One climbs up in the grill, two go to the shed, one went back into the bamboo while the last one climbed into a butterfly bush.  Eventually they all calmed down and left, except for the one in the last photo. It was so traumatized that it just stayed in a tight spot in the shed all day. I finally put on gloves and extracted the little critter, put it in the bamboo, but it ran straight back to me and started to climb my leg again. I finally convinced it to run into the elm grove across from the bamboo. I’m sure the momma coon was quoting a coon’s form of Beatrix Potter’s “What a thing it is to have an unruly family!”