Just home from California, we began having a problem with our garage doors.
The first time the golf cart garage was open in the morning, I grumbled and put “lock out” on the remote.
The next morning, the right-hand bay door was open, and the left-hand door was open partially.
I determined that someone in the neighborhood was having fun at my expense.
I once had a remote that would open a neighbor’s garage door.
Since it seemed to be happening only late at night or early in the morning, I thought of the morning Peninsula Daily News delivery person.
I considered getting up early and staking out my garage to catch him or her in the act.
After three days of open garage doors, I called the LiftMaster guy in Port Angeles.
He asked me to locate all three remotes.
I found two of the remotes, and the third one should have been in the golf cart — oh, wait!
Last fall, I put the remote in a plastic bag and stashed it in a birdseed bucket in a fenced area with a large rock on the lid.
This was my creative way to let the irrigation people shut down the system after we were gone for the season.
The controller is in the cart garage.
I checked the birdseed bucket.
The rock was off the lid.
The lid was off the bucket.
The plastic bag was off the remote.
Those pesky raccoons, seeking the remnants of birdseed, were playing with my garage door remote.
Problem solved.
And I’m happy I didn’t call customer service to report a problem with my faithful newspaper delivery person.
Joanna Pinick,
Sequim