I washed off racoon poo. Seriously.
Hood soiled on the passenger's side. High pressure jet took care of the scat.
Then I came up with a plan...
I covered the car inside and out with ground chili pepper. Then I waited.
The masked villain returned, climbed back on the hood took a few sniffs, winced, licked its paws, yelped, and suddenly ran off.
Next I'm gonna borrow my neighbors Chow Chow [dog]. It's an alarm with sharp teeth.
That masked bandit is gonna rue the day he messed with me.
Just to be careful, I made sure the wiring is intact and not chewed up. I also made sure there are no nesting materials under the hood or wheel wells.
Wrong time of year to relocate an animal as it won't have a den and it might die. If the rascal doesn't go away I'll get animal control to relocate him in spring.
In other states a 22 longarm might be an option, but the bleeding hearts in New York City might stage a protest and light up the "Twitterverse".
On a more serious note - I prepped for installing my "new-to-me" military Warn winch. I prepared for installation of my new Centramatics wheel balancing devices. Then templated for the roof rack I'm gonna build. Lugged out the airlift brackets I've had in storage and might try to install the airlift rear bumper this weekend if the rain isn't that bad.