I don’t enjoy killing animals, but a family of
raccoons is not really something we can have. They will eventually need to be,
unfortunately, put down. If you have
ever lived on a farm or acreage, you may be nodding your head or sighing in
frustration because you’ve experienced this before. And you know how
frustrating it is. If you’re really offended but live in the city and don’t
actually have to deal with this level of critter issue on a regular basis (meaning
lots of them every day), please don’t lecture me on wild animal ecology. You
don’t even want to know what I think of mountain lions. And now I’m freaking
out a little because I’m thinking about mountain lions. So thanks for that.
Most likely, Adam is the one who will have to
handle the raccoons. I’m not a bad shot, when I’m not upset about having to be
shooting at things. But I prefer bow and arrow, and that isn’t really practical
here. Ever seen Robin Hood? Yeah, there’s no way I’m THAT good.
Which is why Adam should not be playing with the raccoons. He should not be entertaining them or encouraging them or offering a friendly smile to them. We try not to do false advertising here. And that welcoming disposition Adam has is maybe not what we should be aiming for.
There is, of course, a second option. A family
down the street from us in Goehner often had several raccoons in cages in their
yard during the summer. I don’t know why or what they did with them (like where
the raccoons went by mid fall), but I suppose we could go that route, too. Or,
hey, if any of you want some free raccoons, you come take care of it and we won’t
mention it to anyone. Unless you’re wanting to sell raccoon meat. I’m pretty
sure we need to warn people about that. Yikes. No raccoon jerky for me, thanks
though.
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