Mink’s boldness was largely attributed to an elderly realtor who liked to set out large piles of food to watch Mink eat. Eschewing the bargain basement grain and supermarket doughnuts that made do in Grafton, he put out high-quality black-hulled sunflower seeds and maple-glazed crullers purchased from the same diner bakery that fed Dartmouth professors. When her benefactor died in 2016, Mink began plaguing the rest of the town like an indigent widow, now with three young cubs in tow.
