For the last few days, Snowball, my beautiful blue-eyed kitty, has been going nuts. There is a noisy raccoon in the attic. And Snowball wants to do what he thinks is his job and scare the guy off.
Sorry, Snowball! We called in the professionals!
Raccoon Doom (a.k.a. Adcock Trapping Service) dropped by to check the trap. Smart coon! He hasn't gone near the thing.
I suggested that they just go up into the attic and get him, and the trapper looked at my like I was nuts. Then he told me that they didn't work weekends, and just in case he got caught in the trap, they didn't want the poor thing to have to sit there until they come back on Monday. So they tied it open.
What? What? The raccoon isn't going to leave for the weekend!
I work weekends!
Right now, I am a little annoyed. They are pampering this pest! Will I hold this against them when I write their Angie's List report?
The animal rights people have worked to pass some anti-cruelty laws. The trappers have to remove the critters live, as a "family", if necessary, and relocate them to a new home. My guy will go live at the 4-H camp facility somewhere in Montgomery County.
But somehow, when I hear this creature lumbering around my attic doing who knows what, I want to get a gun