It hissed, growled and lunged at me. That is the thanks I get for a peanut butter treat with a surprise ending. I had to pick up the trap with a pitchfork. As you can see some tupperware was sacrificed in the trapping. Raccoons number five and six were seen cavorting on the deck in the dark light of morning. Only two more to go? Or am I catching the same three again? I know the first two rubbed a patch of fur off their foreheads trying to escape. This one isn't numbers one or two.
The trap has been reset with a peanut butter treat in a tall piece of tupperware again. That seems to work and I forgot to pick up some fresh corn on the way home. The tupperware will have to be sacrificed for a good cause. My sweet corn is fixing to bloom. Maybe I will be raccoon free long enough to eat my own corn. Only two more to go and it is another month until the sweet corn is ready.
Damn varmints! I'm thinking of buying a gun.
The blue morning glories have started to bloom. I thought these were going to be moon flowers. Oh well. I had extra and planted them in a few other locations.
La, la, lala, only two more racoons to go. Oh dear god. Collar no! Stay away from that thing. There is a skunk at the top of my driveway and Collar is crouched ten feet away watching.
I figured as much. Two ground wasp nests had been dug and one paper wasp nest had been deflated in the last week or so. I knew a wasp eater was around. It looks like a baby skunk. That can only mean there is bound to be more than one around. Oh dear god!
La, la, lala, I get to have such pretty weeds in the wilderness and no one will complain that my garden is illegal and make me mow it down.
But why do I have so many annoying varmints this year?