The word is out "Maria and David's fig tree is ready for picking!" Every varmint within a couple of miles of the house seems to have discovered our bounty. First we trapped a little possum, took him down the road a ways. Next we caught this baby raccon. We realized this is a losing battle and started to feel bad about uprooting these teenagers from their families and neighborhoods just because they knew a good thing when they smelled it. Besides, we seem to have a surplus of figs and can't really keep up with the crop. I need to make jam but haven't had time so we decided to just quit our trapping and share the wealth.