Knocking on the Door; Who Could It Be?

This was the fourth critter of the day — one dig too many for this old man with psoriatic arthritis. I sunk a pop-hole to make sure Moxie had plenty of air, and then let her bay it. I eventually tailed Moxie out of the pop-hole. It was a raccoon it turned out — I thought it was an aggressive possum right up to the end.