After a weekend away, I was quite nervous as to what we were going to find since we left all traps, including the boobie trap, set. Matt was like a little kid on Christmas when we walked in hoping that coonzilla was caught in the goldfish foot trap. I was not so excited as I was worried that the foot trap attached to the iron chair, and possibly raccoon, had done a number in the courtyard with total mass destruction. Fortunately (and unfortunately), our mcgyver coon once again houdinied himself out of the traps. We did not completely strike out, though, as witnessed from the attached picture. This dude was totally ticked when we got home. Who knows how long he was in there...
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