it’s not fair! wtf.  The raccoon was IN THE TRAP.  He was thrashing around in there.  I went and investigated, and he was IN THE TRAP.  Of course, he was hanging from the ceiling of the trap definitely thrashing around.  The thought crossed my mind for a split second of bringing the raccoon-infested trap down and take it outside, but then it was like “i better wait for Clint to come home to attempt anything.  Also, he’s thrashing around a lot, so I’ll wait for him to calm down anyway.”

Suddenly, it got quiet.  I went up to investigate.  AND THE FUCKER WAS SITTING OUTSIDE THE TRAP, which was set off, mind you, just looking at me like “yeah, I escaped.”  FUCKER!!!!  That bastard!!!

He wasn’t even in that trap for 10 minutes.

No more Mrs. Nice Guy.

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