I was wrong about the box. It came from the neighborhood. -From friends I always called "The big people". They were all 6-footers except for the 3rd grader , who was only 5'3" tall.
However, the first night was an indication of things to come. In the morning it was observed that Tricker had decided the box was cramping her style, so she let herself out. --Shortly after departing the box she apparently encountered little sister's oil paints. -- It was evident that she thought she looked good in "umber" --or was it "burnt umber" or just chocolate brown?' This was in spots all over the accessible body. Gorgeous!?! Whatever shade it was we had a well spotted , brown, that is,-spotted raccoon all over the available body. -- After a brief session , John cleaned her up(a bit) and the real pine box from the undertaker friend was obtained and suitably modified with heavy duty wire and nails.
Note-- The forepaws of a raccoon look like little hands and might as well be, --with strength beyond the appearance that the size seems to indicate. The previous "wire gate" had been "duck soup" to Tricker!
Of course, there was a brief lecture and warning from yours truly concerning the care and "keeping" of said raccoon. (Talk about hot air!)
So this was a brief warning of the future at our relatively peaceful domicile.
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