This year, the raccoons waited until I had picked the wine grapes. I thought the grapes would be safe on the back porch in boxes, at least safe overnight. We intended to make wine in the morning. But sometime in the night, one or more raccoons found the bounty – the carefully labeled boxes with 4 different varieties of grapes. The fuzzy predators dumped the boxes and spread the grapes along the porch and the steps. They probably ate some, but seemed to spend most of their energy dispersing the grapes in a wide area. Most of the grapes could be gathered up again and tonight they are safely stashed in the garage. Tomorrow I’ll start the wine. At least I know what to name it. This year’s wine will be of the Raccoon Paw vintage.