Friday, June 23, 2006

Don't know what's worse, the coons or the nature lovers


So, we have these racoons that live at our house and they are the biggest pests...they try to live under the porch and they eat from the trash can and if you catch them doing it, they get up on their hind legs and hiss at you. SCARY, i know.

Anyways, yesterday I was getting my bike from the side of the house when my neighbors started telling me about how the racoon was on my hammock the other day swinging away. Ummm, that is where I draw the line...that's my new hammock and that darn coon better get off it.

Anyways, trying to make conversation I said, 'yeah, we had 3 of them last summer and trapped one and released it out past minturn.' Both of their faces turned to complete horror and they said, 'they aren't hurting anything.' I told them about how they live under our porch & eat our trash, they still looked at me like we were crazy for trapping it. seriously, people here make such a big deal about feeding bears, but feeding coons is for some reason ok.

I guess our coon trapping will have to be incognito or they will turn us in or something.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

PETA can eata my shorts.
- Bart

Anonymous said...

yeah Bart! rock on! -stu

Anonymous said...

we would never eat your shorts, they aren't organic. -PETA

Anonymous said...

I think you should really freek out your neighbors and go buy one of those fake racoon fur hats and start wearing it around while boasting about getting a free fur hat.

Vanessa Houk said...

that would be awesome...i'll make ross wear it with his greasy mechanic clothes. i'll come home, 'hey honey, got that last coon today...here it is on my head.'

Matt said...

i um...there was this coon in my families back yard eating my dog's food...and i called my mom and dad cuz they were at this party...and they said just scare it away with the b.b. gun. well...i couldn't FIND the b.b. gun...just the .22 (that's a rifle folks) and i ...shotit3timesandcutoffit'stailwithacarving knife...
okay bye!

Deatherage Cafe said...

My mom had a pet raccoon named Ricky when she was a kid. Once he got too big they had to release him. So they took him to Colorado.

The next time you see a coon, try calling out "Riiiiickyyyy!" Maybe he'll come to you.

...Ok, only HALF of that story is true... -j