[CarreraDan]

You guys crack me up.

A few years ago one of my friends frantically calls me around 7 pm telling me they were eating dinner and a raccoon fell through the ceiling and landed on the table. Stunned it looked at them and then hissed and ran into the living room and was hiding under the sofa. After I stopped laughing I asked what I was supposed to do? Bring your guns and a trap was the answer. So I get to their house and there is a large adult raccoon hiding under the sofa who has very large claws and teeth--did I mention he is quite pissed by this time too?

My friend is poking him with a broom that the raccoon soon grabs and shreds. So they want me to shoot him--I don't think a 12 guage is going to work in the house, nor a 9mm at close range. We decide to trap him with tuna and peanut butter. Set the trap, dim the lights, and in an hour we have him. They tell me to take him out to the country and make sure I kill him--like he is going to walk 15 miles back to the house. I agree and off we go. Get out to the country were there is a nice lake with a stream and let him go.