The Dream Is Over!

Some sad news in the world of the Racoon Poop Playhouse. It's gone. Demolished. Destroyed at the very hands of the infamous Richard Black.

In a fit of barely controlled rage over these outrageous posts which have revealed the true nature of his secret activites and club affiliates, Mr. Black took hammer, saw, shotgun, squeegee and fists to the shed, knocking it to the ground.

As my french relatives would say. "There is was, gone!"

There is but one consolation for us as we weep over this tragedy. And that is, that the vile creature who has deprived racoons from their sacred place of pooping, hurt himself in the process.