04-28-2014, 10:41 PM
Reminds me of back when we had a raccoon eatin garden stuff, climbing under the deck and jus generally agitatin our dawgz. Set a live trap, and next mornin, we had one live, but _very_ pissed off raccoon in a cage. The thing would back up against one wall and then hiss and strike against the other wall of the cage like a freeking cobra.
I took it a mile south to the park with the lake and...let it go. (Rabid? God only knows, but I couldn't just drown it, y'know?) I took the cage (with the possessed-raccoon bashing around inside it) in the back of the Prius along with a hockey stick and a tennis racket. The hockey stick was to awkwardly open the cage from a distance to release the raccoon, and the tennis racket was in case it came for me!
I sometimes wish there had been a camera crew there, and on other days I'm glad there wernt. Fortunately for me, once ol Rocky got outa that cage, he was far more interested in freedom than revenge. Zoom- he was gone into the brush and deep weeds. And (fortunately!) that was the last we saw of him.
I took it a mile south to the park with the lake and...let it go. (Rabid? God only knows, but I couldn't just drown it, y'know?) I took the cage (with the possessed-raccoon bashing around inside it) in the back of the Prius along with a hockey stick and a tennis racket. The hockey stick was to awkwardly open the cage from a distance to release the raccoon, and the tennis racket was in case it came for me!
I sometimes wish there had been a camera crew there, and on other days I'm glad there wernt. Fortunately for me, once ol Rocky got outa that cage, he was far more interested in freedom than revenge. Zoom- he was gone into the brush and deep weeds. And (fortunately!) that was the last we saw of him.