This is about a racoon’s Health and my **Relationship **with him.
We usually leave our garage door open during the day and today nobody bothered to close it so it remained opened even after dark. We also happen to put our midweek garbage in the garage till garbage day every tuesday.
So. Open garage door afterdark and fresh garbage bags.. you cannot write a better invitation card for a racoon to come rummage through your trash.
A few hours ago when i got home from outside, i saw our friendly neighbourhood racoon going through my trash, inside my garage. I stopped the car outside and caught the racoon right in the middle of the car’s headlights. He casually looked up and looked at me with a face that said ‘*Dude your garbage’s quality is going down!’ *so i look at him and make a face that said ‘WTF!!!’. Needless to say i was very infuriated that a. someone dissed by trash and b. theres a racoon in my garage.
I acted upon instinct and started honking my horn at him. The poor thing dropped everything and ran like a racoon. But he didnt just run. He ran and hid behind the corner house down the street. Then only with his head popping out he looked at me waiting impatiendly for me to get the f outta there so he could resume his job. Ofcourse i had other plans.
I shooed the poor thing away and before he could get a chance to drop by for 2nd helpings i quickly shut my garage door. Stepped inside and let out a sigh of relief. Once inside i unwinded and proceeded to serve myself some dinner. As i ate merrily, the poor hungry mister racoon’s face kept poppin everywhere i looked. I had been so horrible to him. All he wanted was an easy bite.
I couldnt bear the thought anymore and made for the fridge. With three slices of white bread in my hand i made my way outside again. This time there was no sign of Mr Racoon. It seemed he had ditched me and moved on to greener garbage bags. Now that made me feel even worse. I decided to just leave those slices of bread outside in the grass and hope he came back for em. Hopefully he would have eaten them by morning.
But thats only what i thought.
I went outside 15 minutes later and guess what i see. No slices of bread. Not even a trace. Not even any crumbs. There was most definitely a raid and a clinical one that. And there he was again standing in the driveway next door looking at me with a face that should have said *‘Thankyou’ *but instead which said ‘Now.. we’re even!’.
Having a racoon in the garage is better than having a racoon take up resident in your attic ... and give birth up there ... so there is an entire khandaan of racoons running around on your head while you are trying to sleep.
You are too kind Chee, much too kind. I would be banging the broom against the ceiling in fury when the racoons would be prancing around in the middle of the night.
Khair, we called professional racoon removers to get them out of the attic. All they did was put the baby racoons in the back yard. The babies were surprisingly cute. The mother came and took them one by one ... lekin one of them died. I felt bad. :( Khair, they took up residence in the neighbours attic.
We get ants every spring for a few weeks and then they disappear. Nothing seems to work in getting rid of them. In the fall, we get invaded by lady bugs … and let me tell you, there is nothing remotely cute about lady bugs.
we have racoons, squirrels, wabbits and what not. u see them partying on every monday night [garbage night]. u get up next morning and see all ur garbage all over the street making it a sight to see.
we are having major crises with rats. Yes its so disgusting.
We have lived in this house for 3 years never had them. Now suddenly we started seeing their poops on the kitchen floor. First we found them in our Pasta cans which they have eaten half way. SOme how when i almost opened another box I found two there and I closed the box and threw it away in the back yard. My parents were angry saying that I should have killed them.
SO, we thaught they were just two of them and its all gone now. Next thing we know…we saw 2 or 3 more roaming around the kicthen counters.
My parents bought so many different rats killers stuff and freaking they eat and and nothing happens to them.
My dad managed to closed the hole behind the stove where they were coming from. Just last week, one of them was roaming around on the stove and was very bold. So I put a cheese in a can and cover it half way and put on the stove. WHen it went inside to get the cheese, my mom covered the dhakkan and threw him out the door. We have been using this mathod for a while.
They are getting so bold and hungry becuz we are keeping the kitchen very clean and when they don’t find any food to munch on, they start to go crazy
Yesterday, one of them was hiding in the plastic bag on the floor, my parents tied up the bag and put it under the sun outside the backyard. I am sure its dead now :evil:
I know its cruel, but when i let them go alive, they crawl back into the house.
^ Ur pretty cool..handling rats like that. I dont think I wud ever be able to touch a rat :( I hate rats. Having rats in ur home, running around in the kitchen, shizzy cant magine! Thats y its best to live in a appartment..and on the top floor!
heheh...you sort of get used to it :D First time when I saw them so close to me, i screamed so loud that my dad almost had a heart attack....and then I ran like crazy and onto my sofa. But now, I am still scared but somehow I shoosh them away. But yea...its so disgusting having rats in the house. Now we try to keep kitchen clean as much as we can.
We had a smiliar thing with squirrels in our backyard and my dad regardless of anything would put 6-8 pieces of bread/rice/routti in our backyard so they can have their breakfast/lunch/dinner.
One day my dad forgot to put out some and next thing you know poor squirrels were roaming around and they stayed there until one of us realized that yea we forgot to feed them today.
I am sure this act of yours and ours would have given us some ajr.
Now we moved and we hardly find any squirrels around or any kind of animal other than pets!
just be glad he didnt give u the finger.. or the claw i should say 
