Last night was very interesting in our quest to catch the varment. We realized that the reason we have not caught the beast yet is b/c there is not just one of them. THERE ARE 3. We found that out by the high screeching noise...
s, growls, and thuds into our bedroom window at 2 am last night when they decided to go WWF on eachother over cat food. They did team up at one point, however, to tip over the have-a-heart and and get the food out, but after they conquered that, it was every coon for itself. I also got in trouble by Rambo for apparently whispering too loud and scaring them away from 10 feet when I asked if they were attacking Precious Prince Harry, our white rescue cat. I am glad he was not an innocent bystandard as I am certain that Rambo would have sacrificed him and so would have the Axis of Evil of the coon world.
Good news is they did not break the trap. Evidence in picture. We just trapped our tortoise. He likes to eat cat food too. Poor thing is gonna be in there awhile. Don't know how to fix back the have-a-heart trap. Clearly, I am dumber than a pack of coons.
Good news is they did not break the trap. Evidence in picture. We just trapped our tortoise. He likes to eat cat food too. Poor thing is gonna be in there awhile. Don't know how to fix back the have-a-heart trap. Clearly, I am dumber than a pack of coons.
Poor Ringo...
This is what it sounded like... BUT WORSE.
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