How a Backyard Raccoon Problem Forced Me to Choose Compassion—and Change My Life
Last spring, our mornings began with overturned trash cans and scattered leftovers, and my husband Kyle took it as a personal offense. I saw hungry animals; he saw an invasion that needed to be stopped. I suggested practical fixes—locking lids, securing bins—but he talked about traps and “ending the problem.” The tension revealed an important… CONTINUE READING »