We have been noticing evidence of a racoon in our garage. I think he actual resides in our attic and makes his escape in the evening through our garage. He,shall we call him Ramone, has made some large holes in our garage to escape into the wilderness and we thought it was about time to catch him so the destruction ceases.
Bob looked up the animal catchers in the phone book and out came two young guys with a large metal contraption that apparently will not harm Ramone but will make his transfer to another location more bearable. They confirmed that Ramone is indeed leaving in our attic so they placed the trap by Ramone's main point of entry and exit.
Day 1:
Notice the cat food trail leading into Ramone's temporary home.
I wake up the next morning in anticipation of finally meeting Ramone face to face--I have a few words for my friend!
Whaaaa? This is Ridiculous!! Ramone is a genius--we always knew we had the smartest racoon on the block! Not only did he eat all the cat food leading up to the trap, but he ate the food IN the trap as well and moved the trap too. Apparently he has seen this type of thing before. I'm sure he is mocking us up in his racoon lair, probably smokin' a cigarette saying in a german accent "trap model 6254 will never catch me".
Day 2:
I called our young animal catchers back to reset the trap. They show up with marshmallows. Marshmallows, really?
Notice the ladder is in place to secure the trap so Ramone cannot move it this time.
I wake up the next morning and......
You guessed it--no Ramone...
but some of the marshmallows are gone!
Now, I swear I can hear him laughing in the attic. I'm sure he was thinking, what? no graham crackers and chocolate to go with my marshmallows.
You smug little racoon, just wait until I get my hands on you call the animal catchers today!
Stay tuned for more on this ridiculous adventure!
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