Pesky little scamp..visiting my house...
Drinking from the feeder... quiet as a mouse.
The feeder hanging on the porch was empty when we woke...
Your little precious neck....I really wished to choke.
You met your fate on Monday, when you visited next door...
While sitting at the table hoping for some more.
You smelled the peanut butter and followed to the trap..
You hardly knew what happened...when the big door just went snap.
Barry put you in his truck and took you for a ride..
To a place for you to run and play and maybe even hide.
I hope for you a second chance.. at life without much danger..
But I do wish for my sake that you remain a stranger.
We heard about our neighbors having trouble with raccoons too. Joe went over and talked to them and found out that they had removed 7 raccoons from their yard this year and this one made 8. He has a trap that is safe for the animal, so he traps them and turns them loose in a forest preserve. He went on to tell the story of what we think is our raccoon...He heard a noise and looked out at the deck and there was a raccoon sitting at the table like he was ordering a meal. So, he fixed up the trap with peanut butter and a trail of peanuts into the trap and caught the big guy. Now, I know that this is frowned upon by some people...separating raccoon families and so on, but when they are destructive and really a danger to kids playing in our neighborhood I guess it's the raccoon or the kid's safety. What if a child were playing ball and the ball rolled into some bushes and a raccoon was hiding in there...I'm sure the frightened raccoon would bite. So, last night we left the feeder out and it was untouched this morning, so I guess our scamp is gone.