Oliver found what he called a trap tossed on the side of the road on our street. He has been outside for hours, messing with it and has set up a line of cheese to its door.
The rope goes through his bedroom window. I have taken a largely laissez-faire attitude toward this endeavor. Reader, if you are worried about raccoons or even rats coming to an untimely end, know that the thought has crossed my mind but it kept on going.