When you live alone, it's difficult to be in the "doghouse", but I am--sort of.
I made an error in judgment when I complained to Lynn (the gal I'm trying to date--if we ever can find a meeting time) about raccoons devastating my sweet corn, and I mean wiping every last ear out (first planting).
I mentioned to her that I've been forced to put out poison. Big mistake. She and her kids are major raccoon fans (and don't call them "coons"). She sent pictures of them all holding and cuddling them as pets. Brother. My method "upset" her. Double brother.
I apologized for "upsetting" her, but didn't back down. I defended my position as if raccoons were house invaders. I will protect my property, even if it means shooting someone (although I don't own a gun). My garden has been invaded by these masked bandits, "cute" or not. This is war to me. (I didn't say that to her.)
She just said "don't talk about killing them again". Don't worry, missy m'am. But it's not like 'coons are becoming extinct! They did $5000 worth of damage to my sister's (Dad's) house (attic) this Spring. They ain't no friend of ours.
So this may be the beginning of the end, perhaps mercifully so, of a brief relationship. I'll let you all know in Act II.
As cute as coons are (and mice and gophers are cute too), they are pests and you have the right to protect your property from them. Fences are expensive and don't always work.