Well... we have a family of brazen, angry and SMART raccoons living at/near/in/on/under our house. Dad went and got Mom an airsoft gun... and Mom and Dad in one of the truly great white trash moments of all time proceeded to:
-Wait until dark
-Get 12 budweisers and 1 bottle of red wine
-place the remains of a rotisserie chicken on the lower deck (chum)
-Sit on the deck that is off of their bedroom with the airsoft gun, 12,000 airsoft pellets, 2 airsoft ammo magazines, and 2 flashlights...
-Wait 4 hours
And, Wait they did until finally, one of the little F^(@%$@'S popped up on the deck... Mom w/ a 4 beer, 2 glass of wine buzz, raised her semi-auto air soft pistol, steadied herself and fired (Dad was impressed with her accuracy) hitting the pesky raccoon 12 times in the face and neck region! BUT... not only did the raccoon not run away, he didn't even stop eating the chicken long enough to look up... Dad laughed hysterically. Mom was pissed.
So now we have brought in some serious help. That's right: Rocky Mountain Animal Control: AKA Rocky Mountain Furry and Cute Animal Assassins. The traps have been placed and now we wait.
Later,
Brady
A little Caddyshack for ya:
Carl Spackler: 'Correct me if I'm wrong Sandy, but if I kill all the golfers they'll lock me up and throw away the key.'
Sandy: 'Not golfers, you idiot! Gophers. The *little* *brown*, *furry* *rodents*.'
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Great to have you back!! We've missed you so! I love your pool, so deep. Beau is getting huge. Do you know I am only a pound less than you and i'm only 2. I think I might be HUGE! You racoon story is hysterical, my mom is on the floor laughing....great visuals...hope to hear more
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