I'm Such a Pushover

I rented a trap from the Humane Society yesterday. I figure it took about three hours or less to catch a raccoon. Of course, this is the same family which gave me grief previously. As the three babies have grown into hungry teenagers, they've taken to tearing up the front yard lawn, also while looking for grubs. The backyard has been pretty thrashed in areas, and there are bricks, pots, garden chairs, and other stuff I've put down to keep the grass safe. The perennials I planted in August are pretty much all gone from the coons digging them out.

I saw the varmint this morning at 5:30 when leaving to teach seminary. It filled my heart with joy & gladness! At 7:30, in the morning light, the raccoon looked a little forlorn. He looked at me with big round eyes.



sigh

The cat came out to see this strange creature. I was glad to see she was extremely cautious, walking carefully through the plants. She didn't get too close, though. A raccoon will pull an animal through the cage and tear it to pieces. I placed a quilt over the cage to keep the sun off him, and sure enough he pulled the quilt piece through his cage and was tearing it up. I saw him with wool batting on his mouth.



The raccoon was really quiet, waiting patiently for what I'd do to it. He'd been humbled by that trap, I could tell. He didn't snarl at me, nor try to get out of the cage. Just waited quietly, and looked at me with those big round eyes. I wondered to where he'd skedaddle if I let him out of the cage. I looked at him again. Big round eyes. sigh















I walked into the house and called the Humane Society and told them to come and get this raccoon. And if they didn't come quickly enough, I was taking it in myself, just like I'd done with the skunks so many years ago.
And right now, I'm going back for my trap to finish the job with Mama and her two other young ones. Nobody better mess with ME!