Raccoons still go to my house and try to dig through my trash but I trap them now. I have 2 trash cans and I invented a little contraption of one of them. My real trash can I tie down the lid with these elastic things so the raccoons can't get in but I also have a decoy can which I fill about 1/4 full of thrown away food and other organic material. (banana peels, leftovers etc). I built this little trap lid thing which I put on the top. Basically it's this 1 way hole that I built out of an old sheet of steel. The hole goes inwards, but I cut jagged triangles along the inside so once the animal falls in, it can't get out. In the morning, I take the lid off and do what they did to my dog, including the part where I finish it off. I've caught 3 raccoons so far and I don't know if any of them were the one that killed my dog but I don't care. I fucking hate those things and I don't care if they die. I don't care if they suffer, and I feel no guilt for being the source of their suffering. Am I cruel? Yes. Am I being fair? Probably not. But hey, not a lot of things are in this world.