So how does something that is this cute
be so destructive and mean?
For weeks now we have had SOME THING
come around our back porch and just destroy it.
I keep cat food out for our one outdoor cat
and we woke up one morning to find her feeder
tossed off the porch into the cornfield.
And not just right at the edge of the field,
DEEP INTO THE FIELD!
What the heck! What could have flung that feeder
so far in there?
So DH was not happy to go in there and retrieve it.
HMMM!
So I put it away during the night and we'd see paw prints
all over our back table.
Looks like raccoon prints.
We went away one weekend and our neighbor kept
an eye on things,
fed my outdoor cat and put the food away
then one morning she came back
there to find the waterer gone!
We looked, and looked in the corn field and it has
DISAPPEARED!
How could a Raccoon have that
much strength?
At this point we thought maybe it was Bigfoot's child!
So, I was lazy one evening and decided to put the cat food
on top of our propane tank when I came out the
next morning, there were paw prints all over
that tank and my planter was laying against it with dirt
everywhere.
It used the planter as a ladder since you could see he
kept slipping down the tank.
Now I'm FRUSTRATED!
Our neighbor offered his shotgun but we didn't want
to do that, no need, so we got a trap yesterday
put in grapes, marshmallow's and honey.
Hoping to trap whatever this thing was
and move it to another location.
Sure enough!
Hubby said the thing scared him half
to death.
He snarled, growled, tried to get at him through
the cage.
He drove him to an area in a woodsy
"neighborhood"
and the poor, scared thing was so angry, but of course
probably more scared than anything
was not happy.
I asked my hubby when he let him out, did he try to get
at him?
He said
if it had we'd be talking in a hospital because he
would of been recovering from a
heart attack!
I imagine the ordeal you guys went through with this hungry, messy, wild fellow! You guys are brave... glad your hubby didn't have to call you from the ER :-).
ReplyDeleteThat little scamp. No wonder they're also called Forest Bandits - they truly are little crooks. LOL! We have so many of them here, even right in town. One tried to get at our bird feeder, and another tried opening our green bin (compost container). The brats! Glad you caught him...red handed!
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