Boxes and cabinets knocked over.
Rubbermaid container of cat food open.
We leave one of our garage doors open just a little so our cat can get in and out.
Then, one morning we saw a coon in the rafters of our garage.
Just sitting there, looking down at us (for some reason I didn't get a pic of it).
So we borrowed my brother's live trap and that night caught ourselves a coon.
And, a few nights later, a second.
And, after another night or two, a third.
This is the first. Kinda' cute, huh?
Until the disturbances in the garage returned.
So, a couple of days ago coon #4 met it's match.
I've heard coons can be mean.
Ryan used a plastic cup filled with cat food as a lure.
It must have worked.
The food was gone, but he/she/whatever destroyed the cup.
There was also a whole lot of poo under that cage.
They must poo A LOT.
Pretty sure I can hear him laughing.