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| Tuesday, April 22, 2008 |
| Rickey the Raccoon |
If any of you have been to the house on West Ave lately and have ventured as far as my bedroom you've likely heard the sound in my ceiling. It's a sort of hybrid scream/cry that makes you want to watch Funny Games again with the volume cranked up just to drown out the sound.
Sunday night Billiam alerted me to the fact that the scream was coming from a spot in the floor he could identify right near the vent. What progressed from there was depressingly anticlimactic.
And after a good half hour of getting the vent out, we found a hole with no animal. Apparently they scare easily. Whoda thought?
A trap was the next logical solution. We've had a mouse or two so we had a sticky trap laying around. With the help of a nail to hold the sticky trap down (didn't want little Rickey to get stuck on the trap and then get stuck somewhere else in the ceiling and die) and a cracker, we got the trap set.
An hour later I'm asleep and my phone rings - it's Billy
Me(groggy): Yeah?
Billy(whispering): I can see it
Me(awake): I'm on my way up
I grabbed my camera and vaulted up the stairs. We took off the vent, me with a throwing knife in my hand (thanks for leaving those Taylor, it made me feel better) and Billy with a framing hammer ready to defend our lives no matter the cost...
We found Ricky
Isn't he cute? It was about this point we realized we had nailed down the sticky trap. If any of you have used a sticky trap you know that it's freggin impossible to free a stuck animal from one. So we had a baby raccoon stuck to a trap hammered to a board in a vent. Brilliant.
I don't even think his eyes were open yet.
Billy was excited.
Then he clubbed it to death with a beer bottle - the number one killer of domestic raccoons. |
posted by Brian @ 8:34 AM  |
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Brian. Sick Earth Day post. I'm sure Billy didn't even recycle the bottle he used to kill the poor baby racoon. I guess it was going to die anyway since mom was in the cage.
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I don't even know how to respond to this post.. so many things wrong and yet oddly right about it.
RIP Rickey.. cute little disease infested mammal.
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If you find another one... call me immediately. They make great pets.
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Really? Really. You did NOT need to show me pics of a baby animal and then give the details of its murder. TMI. Poor thing....
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I'm just going to go ahead and finish where you were going with the last sentence of this post....here it goes: "waaa waaaaa"
ps. we'll miss you ricky, you were such a brave little champion.
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you could have at least grilled it...
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Brian. Sick Earth Day post. I'm sure Billy didn't even recycle the bottle he used to kill the poor baby racoon. I guess it was going to die anyway since mom was in the cage.