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One day she [nurse Misty Combs] and her coworkers noticed a panicked raccoon darting through the parking lot. Then, they heard a commotion from a nearby dumpster.
“Our health department is right beside Kentucky Mist Moonshine, a distillery, and they had put some fermented peaches in their dumpster, and I guess the baby raccoons had gotten in the dumpster and they were stuck,” Combs explained. More
Mommy and Daddy Racoon need to be locked up for contributing to the delinquency of minors.
Did you ever kill a raccoon with a rake and then look at the fleas crawling all over its body?
For women who think “they’re cute,” this, combined with some research into ‘raccoon virus” (quite fatal) and rabies, will cure you real quick of your notion.
My brother hates racoons when they get into his chickens, he traps them and drowns them in a 55-gallon barrel of water with the lid on and then disposes of them in the trash in large black plastic garbage bags. In Wash. state there is no limit on raccoons, it’s open season year-round on them.
They also carry scabies (mange). I shot one that was suffering from it while I was dove hunting. It staggered out in a field in the middle of the day and you could see its fur was falling out all over its body.
Geeze La-wheeze! How soon ’till we have miniature cans of NARCAN® available for this kinda stuff…
I think the big take-away here is that not even racoons are dumb enough to become Trans-Pandas!!
Raccoon stories! Besides the one at 6:37 PM above (I forgot my name), here are some more:
Once shot the left eye out of a coon with a BB gun at 150′. Was he ever pissed, disappearing into a blackberry thicket, screaming his head off. He came back the next evening with only one bright retina and acted completely normal.
A pack of raccoons attacked our dog in the yard with fruit trees at 03:00 AM one summer night. Our dog was screaming like a little kid. One of the raccoons was on her back chewing her neck. I treed the bastids with the hose and them sprayed ’em until they fell and then hit ’em with a rake! They mostly got away except one little baby that the giant dad came back to rescue at first light. I went outside and had a staredown with him. He began to advance as if to attack and I yelled, “Don’t you dare!” He halted, then looked up into the tree where his baby was. I understood and allowed him to fetch his baby who finally climbed down.
A neighbor once had a fight with a pack of them on his deck. They had attacked his cat. The neighbor said that when he went out to rescue his cat, they attached him. Had had grabbed his 30-06 by the door and wound up wildly swinging it in a circle to fend them off. He finally had to retreat, as did his cat.
They named the racoon Otis Campbell 🙂
A guy around here traps coons and takes em down to Arkansas and releases em.
I axt him why.
He replied: “Arkansas needs more coons” with a smile.
Ha! I do the same thing except I drop them off in the ghetto.
My last rent house had a fruiting mulberry tree with a dripping faucet at the base next to the house. The tree was doing very well, though the shingles weren’t.
You could smell the alcohol in the grass when you went to use the spigot, along with the softness of being constantly drip watered.
We had drunk critters that came to eat the fallen fruit.
Delicious when roasted like pot-roast.
A valuable resource prior to the propaganda victory of the anti-fur crazes.