I have story to share, since my dumb dog needs to finish his (edited, her. Autocorrect is terrible.) grooming and I have time to kill.
I know some people think raccoons are cute since they read ranger rick, or like marvel films.
A raccoon set up camp in my house. It has no attic, so it was nesting in between the walls. Great. Could hear it at night. This one was a striped-butt plug, feral, flower pot breaker who was made of pine sap and hate.
We heard a crash in the middle of the night, wife thought it was a break in, so I ran downstairs to attack something.
It had came in through the ceiling and knocked over some of her flowers, which was the noise.
I married a dryad and the house is an arboretum.
It saw humans and being a dumbass ran into the basement. Like a fly that will go any direction other than the open window.
So I ended up getting in a battle Royale down there with my wife at the top of the stairs yelling āWhatās happening?!?ā And she heard nothing but shrieks, coon noises, and metal breaking.
I used my golf skills to trap the fucker in a different basement (I have two small kids, one with health issues, so it had to be away from them.) Hence the broken broom.
All is fine, right? Animal control is coming in the morning.
No. There is another fur-covered razor blade kicking around. I climb up on the roof at 3 am, in my boxers, wet shingles from rain, and set a trap.
Pictures and video for evidence.
