Last night I discovered the fattest raccoon I’ve ever seen eating our cat food in the garage.
In an attempt to snap a picture I slammed the garage door shut on it’s head.
Damn thing got away.
Fat Raccoon
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Two days ago my husband went to take out the trash. I heard the top go up, muffled words that I think included bitch, then a bunch of movement. Yeah. Coon in the trash showed itself as he went to put in the bag. Poor man screamed and ran, knocked over a lawn light and tore his jeans. The trash has been put out in the mornings since. (And I secretly still have a Polaroid too. I bought up all the film from CVS when they stopped selling it, much to the ire of the old lady in line behind me (BACK UP; I FIGHT OLD LADIES!))
One time Pat found an opossum in our garage and squealed like a little girl too. I should film his dramatic reenactment of that animals face. Could you even IMAGINE opening your garbage can to find one of those things in there. They’re so dangerous!
I’m kinda impressed you didn’t take it’s head off.
Wow, that is the fattest raccoon I’ve ever seen!! I love the pictures :)
This cracked me up..thank you for a good laugh on a crap day!