About half an hour ago I went into the kitchen and surprised a raccoon on the stove. It jumped down and peered at me intently. I shook my head and said "Hey there, Bandit, what are you doing here again?" The critter has been around this property for a couple years now. I opened the back door and it dutifully waddled out.
Ten minutes ago, though, my brother got up suddenly and went into the kitchen. I followed, and he had a baseball at in his hands and was pounding at something between the stove and the counter. I yelled "Whoa, whoa, don't kill it!" He gave me a disgusted look and the raccoon ran behind me. I opened the back door and it zoomed out. My brother just looked at me, shook his head, and left in his van.
I really fear for the creature's future.
The raccoon I mean.
Sigh.
Guess I had better trap it and take it someplace miles away from here.
Ten minutes ago, though, my brother got up suddenly and went into the kitchen. I followed, and he had a baseball at in his hands and was pounding at something between the stove and the counter. I yelled "Whoa, whoa, don't kill it!" He gave me a disgusted look and the raccoon ran behind me. I opened the back door and it zoomed out. My brother just looked at me, shook his head, and left in his van.
I really fear for the creature's future.
The raccoon I mean.
Sigh.
Guess I had better trap it and take it someplace miles away from here.