Curbed is loathe to use this blog for personal use, but there's a slight emergency: At this moment, one of our editors is cowered in her locked bedroom, listening to the sound of four raccoons rip apart her attic. As it would happen, the city's ONE animal services guy is out for the day, and a "pest removal specialist's" $400 quote has her landlord looking for a cheaper alternative (rake plus pepper spray?). If readers have dealt with coons, do tell. Mostly, our terrified editor wants to know if they can gnaw through the ceiling and drop into her actual house.
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