The chicken wire carried the day since I last wrote, but after several weeks the persistent raccoon breached the chicken wire barrier and pulled up more sod — just the corners, which may mean the grass is actually rooting. Now my only recourse is to hire someone to attempt to trap and remove the damned thing. The guy is coming on Sunday.
I can hear son Matt shaking his head and saying “Mom, you should have done the fake grass.” He’s probably right — although it was more expensive than sod, it won’t be by the time all this is done. But, I started with sod, and now I’m determined to see it through. Not only is having my sod pulled up annoying, but raccoon feces carry all sorts of diseases, and they can get in the house, creating even bigger problems. I will prevail in this.