And so today:
Jim is a friend. He is a musician and a jack of many trades. He also traps animals and relocates them or calls the humane people.
As you know I have adopted a feral cat, I affectionately call ‘Stormy Daniels.’ I and my neighbor would feed her on our front porch. I kept missing food and checked with the trail camera. Well sir, Mr. Raccoon was visiting regularly. So I moved it inside the garage. Nothing changed. So I took a page from Jim’s book. I bought a ‘humane trap’, safe and FOOL PROOF they said, LOL.
(Mr Coon entering the trap)
I moved Mr. Coon to the basement. Get this. I had the end against the wall. I moved a 150lb generator to one site. A lawn mower to the other side trash can at the rear. I then covered the cage with a blanket and put a wheel barrow on top of it. This dude ain’t going NOWHERE! I stopped by to pet Stormy for a few minutes, then headed for bed. I removed my hearing devices and lay down contemplating what next.
I was suddenly awaken by my girl. I put my devices back in place and she said, “There are noises in the basement. I thought it was Mark, but his truck is not here.”
So to the basement to see a disaster. Glass stuff broken, shelves empty and on the floor, IMPOSSIBLE! I checked the trap, still in place as I left it. I had even zip tied the door as an extra precaution. ALL STILL IN PLACE locked tight but the coon was gone. Of course I opened the garage and told him where ever he was hiding, to get out, BUT leave this area or we would meet again!
To top it all he stopped to poop on the floor before he left, saying “Yeah right Jack, see you next time.” Well I knew Stormy was upstairs BUT Houdini had been downstairs. Imma reinforce that trap and get ready for a rematch. SHUCKS!
PS: To Slim and Bill up in the North woods, don’t be laughing at the neophyte and his ‘dime’ trap.